Fruitcakes

The following is what I believe are the chords for Jimmy Buffett's

"Fruitcakes".

Artist: Jimmy Buffett

Song:"Fruitcakes"

Album:Fruitcakes C: 032010 D:000232 G: 320033

No Chord (Percussions instuments, slide guitar)

You know, I was talkin' to my friend Desdomona the other day, she runs the

space station/bake shop down near Boomtown, and she told me that human beings

are flawed individuals. That the cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a

little too early, and that's the reason we're as crazy as we are, an d I

believe it.

Take, for example, when you go to the movies these days, you know. They

try to sell you this jumbo drink, eight extra ounces of watered down cherry

Coke for an extra 25 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 in the movie? I don't

want a 12-pound Nestle's crunch for 25 dollars! I want Junior Mints! We

need more Fruitcakes in this world! Less bakers! We need peple that care!

I'm mad as hell, and I don't wanna take it anymore!

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 everyone of us

Verse1:

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 and brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust

 

Shake and bake life with the quake, the secret's in the crust

To Chorus:

Verse 2:

Spoken: Speakin' of Fruitcakes, how 'bout the government?

 

"We lost or martian rocketship", the high-paid sposkesman said

 

Looks like that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head

We spend 90 jillion dollars, tryin' a get a look at Mars

I hear Universal laughter ringin' 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

There's a little bit of Fruitcake left in everyone of us

The rest of the song obvuiosly continues in this pattern. It's not very

complicated, but it's fun to play. See you in Margaritaville!

Bill Schofield (and Caroline)

Schof26@aol.com