Fruitcakes

Alright, before I loose sight of you, I see a few fruitcakes out there dancing in front of the green monster over there We got fruitcakes out there You guys two fruitcakes make up this sidelines Fruitcakes all over the windland, yeah Are you ready show yourself now Fruitcakes in the kitchen Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street) Coming to work in a duck bowl In the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven) Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus) There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Paradise, lost and found Paradise, take a look around I was out in California where I hear they have it all They got riots, fires, mud slides They've got sushi in the mall Water bars, brontasaurs, chinese modern lust Shake and bake life with the quake The secret's in the crust Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen) Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street) Struttin' naked through the crosswalk, in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven) Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus) There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Oh yes the mother town We lost our Martian rocket ship The high paid spokesman said Looks like that silly rocket ship Has lost its cone shaped head We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars We got parrot heads in the space station As we looked around the stars Fruitcakes in the galaxy (Fruitcakes in the galaxy) Fuitcakes on the earth (Fruitcakes on the earth) Struttin' naked towards eternity, we've been that way since birth Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven) Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus) There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Religion, this is as close as we get today Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa Here's the church, there's the steeple Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people Television preachers with bad hair and dimples The god's honest truth is it's not that simple It's the Buddhist in you, it's the Pagan in me It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she? It's the born again look its the WASP and the Jew, tell me Please rastaman, I ain't gotta clue Oh relationships let's talk about that, shall we She said you gotta do your fair share So cough up half the rent I treat my body like a temple You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time May get me a little hug That's the difference between lightning and a harmless lightning bug And then there's the future, we're here Forty years since the millennium, that's a science fiction fact Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal they don't look so abstract So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape, and practice what I preach Get Jah lost in the reggae Mon as I walk along the beach Stay in touch with my insanity really is no other way Its a jungle out there kiddies As here we are the old field way Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen) Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street) Struttin' naked through the crosswalk, in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven) Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus) There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us I see the fruitcakes in the video I got fruitcakes that flew in from near Turkey I'll be maimed you have shuffled mouths But then again we got them all over New Orleans