Fruitcakes

Jimmy Buffet

Where’s the church, who took the steeple

Religion ‘s in the hand of some crazy people

Television preachers with bad hair and dimples

The honest trust 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 that born again look, it’s the WASP and the Jew

Tel me what’s going on, I ain't got a clue.

Here come the big ones – relationships – we all got `em, we

all want ` em. What do we do with `em?

Here we go I’ll tell ya

She said you’ve got to do your fair share

Now 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 lighting bug

The future Captains log – Star date 2000

We’re at the millennium

That’s a science fiction fact

Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal

Now don’t look that abstract

So I’ll put on my Bob Marilee tape

And practice what I preach

Get Yah lost in the reggae mon

As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity

Really is the only way

It’s a jungle out there kiddies

Have a very fruitful day.

That’s right. You too. Those crumbs are spread all

around this universe.

I’ve seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in Santa Monica

rollerskate naked through the crosswalk.

Down in New Orleans, in the French market, there are

fruitcakes like you cannot believe.

New York, forget it, fruitcake city.

Down island we got fruitcakes.

Spread those crumbs around. That’s right.

We want `em around

Keep bakin’ baby, keep bakin.’