Fruitcakes Cifras

Fruitcakes
Jimmy Buffett
 
[Intro]
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[SPOKEN]
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You know, I was talkin' to my friend Desdomona the other day
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She runs the space station/bake shop down near Boomtown
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and she told me that human beings are flawed individuals
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That the cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early
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And that's the reason we're as crazy as we are, and I believe it
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Take, for example, when you go to the movies these days
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You know, they try to sell you this jumbo drink
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Eight extra ounces of watered down cherry Coke for an extra twenty-five cents
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I don't want it.  I don't want that much organization in my life.
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I don't want other people thinking for me
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I want…my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go in the movie?
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I don't want a 12-pound Nestlé’s crunch for 25 dollars!
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I want Junior Mints!
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We need more Fruitcakes in this world!  Less bakers!
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We need people that care!
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I'm mad as hell, and I don't wanna take it anymore!
 
[Instrumental]
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Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
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Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
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Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
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There's a little bit of fruitcake left in every one of us
 
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Paradise, lost and found.  Paradise, take a look around
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I was out in California where I hear they have it all
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They got riots, fires, and mudslides.  They got sushi in the mall
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Water bars and brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust
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Shake and bake life with the quake, the secret's in the crust
 
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Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
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Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
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Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
          C      D      G                 C     D      G
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in every one of us
 
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Speakin' of Fruitcakes, how 'bout the government?
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Your tax dollars at work
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"We lost our Martian rocket ship", the high-paid spokesman said
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Looks like that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head
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We spend 90 jillion dollars, tryin' to get a look at Mars
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I hear universal laughter ringin' out among the stars
 
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Fruitcakes in the galaxy, fruitcakes on the earth
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Struttin' naked toward eternity, we’ve been that way since birth
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Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
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There's a little bit of fruitcake left in every one of us
 
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Religion, religion
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Ooh, there’s a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning
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Here we go now…alright altar boys…
 
(no chord, strum a rhythm)
 
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
 
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Where’s the church?  Who took the steeple?
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Religion’s in the hands of some crazy-ass people
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Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
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The god’s honest truth is it’s not that simple
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It’s the Buddhist in you, it’s the Pagan in me
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It’s the Muslim in him.  She’s Catholic, ain’t she?
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It’s the born again look, it’s the WASP and the Jew
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Tell me what’s going on, I ain’t got a clue!
 
[Instrumental]
C  D  G   C  D  G   C  D  G   C  D  G  [repeat]
 
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Ah, here comes the big one…relationships
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We all got ‘em, we all want ‘em.  What do we do with them?
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Here we go, I’ll tell ya
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She said you’ve got to do your fair share now cough up half the rent
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I treat my body like a temple, you treat yours like a tent
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But the right word at the right time may get me a little hug
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That’s the difference between lightning and a harmless lightning bug
 
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Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
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Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
           C       D      G                C      D      G
Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
          C      D      G                 C     D      G
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in every one of us
 
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The future.  Captain’s log star date two thousand and something
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We’re seven years from the millennium, that’s a science fiction fact
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Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal now don’t look that abstract
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So I put on my Bob Marley tape and practice what I preach
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Get Jah-lost in the reggae, Mon, as I walk along the beach
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Stay in touch with my insanity that is the only way
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It’s a jungle out there, kiddies.  Have a very fruitful day! Hey!
 
C          D      G       C          D      G
Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
          C     D           G                C      D      G
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
           C       D      G                C      D      G
Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
          C      D      G                 C     D      G
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in every one of us
 
[Outro]
C  D  G   C  D  G   C  D  G   C  D  G
(repeat to end)
 
[SPOKEN]
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That’s right!  You too!
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Yeah, those crumbs are spread all around this universe
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I’ve seen Fruitcakes…
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I saw this guy in Santa Monica roller skating naked in the middle of the crosswalk
N.C.
In New Orleans, in the French Market?
N.C.
They have Fruitcakes like you cannot believe
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New York?  Forget it.  Fruitcake City.
N.C.
Down island, we got Fruitcakes.
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Spread them crumbs around!  That’s right…all around
 
N.C.
Keep baking!  Keep baking!
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