Cifra de Fruitcakes - Jimmy Buffett
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I want Junior Mints!
G
We need more Fruitcakes in this world! Less bakers!
G
We need people that care!
I'm mad as hell, and I don't wanna take it anymore!
[Instrumental]
C D G C D G C D G
C D G C D G
Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk 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
C D G C D G
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
C D G C D G
Water bars and brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust
C D G C D G
Shake and bake life with the quake, the secret's in the crust
C D G C D G
Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk 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
C D G
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 its cone-shaped head
We spend 90 jillion dollars, tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringin' out among the stars
C D G C D G
Fruitcakes in the galaxy, fruitcakes on the earth
Struttin' naked toward eternity, we’ve been that way since birth
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
C D G
Religion, religion
C D G C D G
Ooh, there’s a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning
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
C G
Where’s the church? Who took the steeple?
C C/A G
Religion’s in the hands of some crazy-ass people
C G
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, it’s the WASP and the Jew
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]
Ah, here comes the big one…relationships
C D G C D G
We all got ‘em, we all want ‘em. What do we do with them?
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 lightning bug
C D G C D G
Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk 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
The future. Captain’s log star date two thousand and something
We’re seven years from the millennium, that’s a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal now don’t look that abstract
So I 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 that is the only way
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
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk 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
[Outro]
C D G C D G C D G C D G
(repeat to end)
[SPOKEN]
N.C.
That’s right! You too!
N.C.
Yeah, those crumbs are spread all around this universe
N.C.
I’ve seen Fruitcakes…
N.C.
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
N.C.
New York? Forget it. Fruitcake City.
N.C.
Down island, we got Fruitcakes.
N.C.
Spread them crumbs around! That’s right…all around
N.C.
Keep baking! Keep baking!