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 everyone of us
  
  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 mud slides
  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
  
  Chorus
  
  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
  Tryin' to get a look at Mars
  I hear universal laughter
  Ringing out among the stars
  
  Fruitcakes in the galaxy
  Fruitcakes on the Earth
  Strut 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
  
  Religion, religion.
  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
  
  Where's the church, who took the steeple
  Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
  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 that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
  Tell me what's goin 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?
  
  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 lightening
  And a harmless lightening bug
  
  ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'
  
  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'll put on my Bob Marley tape
  And practice what I preach
  Get Ja 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