You know, I was talking to my friend Desdemoda the other day. She runs the space station and bait shop down near Boomtown. she told me that human beings were flawed individuals. That the cosmic baker took us out of the oven a little too early. That's why we're all so crazy. And I believe it. Take for example when your go to the movies anymore. They try to sell you this big jumbo-sized drink. That's eight extra ounces of watered-down Cherry Coke for twenty-five cents, I don't want it. I don't want that much organization in my life. I don't want other people thinking for me! I want my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go at the movies? I don't want a twelve pound Nesley Crunch for twenty-five dollars! I want Junior Mints! We need more fruitcakes in this world! Less bakers! We need people that care! I'm made as hell! And I don't wanna take it anymore!
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross-walk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
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
I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, and mudslides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars, Brontonsaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with a quake
The secret's in the crust
Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work
We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone shaped head
We spent ninety jillion dollars
Trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the earth
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
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