Fruitcakes

May 24, 1994

Fruitcakes

Lyrics

Fruitcakes
Jimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
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
Lone Palm

Lyrics

Lone Palm
Jimmy Buffett
My garden is filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos
Taste for the good life, I can live it no other way

While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
That say more than the people who ever sit there
From under my lone palm I can look out on the day

Chorus

Where no bird flies by my window
No ship is tied to my tree
Love is a wave building to a crescendo
Ride if you will, ride it with me

I knew this girl made of memories and phrases
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages
Danced til the dawn, wished all her worries away

Well she wasn't crazy no she wasn't mad
She just wanted the father that she never had
From under my lone palm I think about her today

Chorus

We sailed from the port of indecision
Young and wild with oh so much to learn
Days turn into years as we tried to fool our fears
But to the port of indecision I returned

My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles
Come Christmas winds and blow all my worries away

Chorus

Sing if you will and we'll sing to the sea.
Six String Music

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Six String Music
Jimmy Buffett, G.E. Smith
Turn off the TV
Turn off the crap
Kick off your high heels
Climb up in my lap
And I'll play music
A song from me to you

Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues

No interruptions from the telephone
Don't need call waiting
Just you and me alone
And my six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues

Oh I remember that night in Africa
My daughter and my little guitar
Straddling the equator
The king of Zanzibar
Those shy black hidden faces
They didn't know me from Adam's cat
But the words and the singing
And the people in a ring
And the whole night went like that

Some folks like icing, some folks like cake
Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake
You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed
But keep it simple stupid
All we really need

Is six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues

Six string music
Ain't no symphony
It's just six string music
So elementary
Love in the Library

Lyrics

Love In The Library
Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally
On the corner of Government and Bay Avenue
The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu
Sirens where wailing in the gulf coastal heat
And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat
I paid no attention, revolved through the door
Passed the newspaper rack on the worn marble floor
Near civil war history my heart skipped a beat
She was standing on fiction stretched high on bare feet

Chorus
Love in the library, quiet and cool
Love in the library, there are no rules
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library once upon a time

I was the pirate and she was the queen
Sir Francis and Elizabeth the best there's ever been
Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs
Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert

Chorus
She gathered her books, walked while she read
Words never spoken but so much was said
You can read all you want into this rendezvous
But it's safer than most things that lovers can do
Well stories have endings and fantasies fade
The guard by the door starts drawing the shade
So write your own ending and hope they come true
For the lovers and strangers on Bay Avenue
Chorus
Quietly Making Noise

Lyrics

Quietly Making Noise
Jimmy Buffett, Michael Tschudin
Oscar Wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy Paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange metaphors
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
Leave that to the young Turks
They're more handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzi's down Laguna way
Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of Brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband

Chorus
Quietly making noise, making noise
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat, I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
Rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise, making noise
Pissin off the old killjoys
Glass packs on a hot Mustang
A Telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise

Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophone, monotones
Speak of the voice I've heard before
It's a lasting impression
A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore.
Frenchman for the Night

Lyrics

A Frenchman For The Night
Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth
From his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
"La Vie En Rose" arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the Beaujolais, on Bastille day
He dances in the tide

Chorus
By the light of the moon
He's a Frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right

Well it takes him back
To the days of love and war
And the girl he knew with eyes of blue
Waiting on the shore
If he'd only known
How the years would fly on by
Such a simple crime, he's run out of time
So he reaches for the sky

Chorus
Blame it on the Champs Elysees
Blame it on a tune
Blame it on the stroke of Monet
But you can't escape the moon

He sees the stars above
As the floor to heavens light
While the angels taunt "C'est une nuit blanche"
He's a Frenchman for the night

Chorus
From a driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
"La Vie En Rose" arpeggios
Sunny Afternoon

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Sunny Afternoon
Ray Davies
The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't even sail my yacht
He's taken everything I've got
All I got's this sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of parrot heads and parties
And now I'm just sitting here
Sipping on this ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Tax man's taken all my dough
Gonna find that passport and out of here I'll go

1966 Davray Music Ltd. (PRS), admin. by Unichappell Music, Inc. (
BMI)/ABKCO Music, Inc.
(BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost

Lyrics

Vampires, Mummies And The Holy Ghost
Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Peter Mayer, Jim Mayer

Looked in my laptop what did I see
A flashing message said today therapy
Rather walk through fire
Than converse with my shrink
But I'm getting better
That's what some people think

Talk about denial
And dysfunctional things
Head's like a bell somedays
It dongs and it dings
My brain playing tricks on me
It likes to shift gears
Spend lots of money
But I'm tackling my fears

Chorus
Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts
Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
Had a dream last night
Took a time traveling ride
Back to my childhood
Where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence
And dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream

Chorus
I was never ever frightened
By the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood is still in shock
La, la, la, la, la...

So many dragons lurking out in the fog
So many crazy people mumblin' monologues
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read
I need protection from the things in my head
Chorus

1994 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)/Alsation Music
(BMI)/Little Flock Music (BMI)/Cliffhanging
Music (BMI).
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
She's Got You

Lyrics

She's Got You
I've got your picture
You gave to me
And it's signed "with love"
Just like it used to be
Only thing different
Only thing new
I've got your picture
He's got you

I've got the records
We use to share
And they still sound the same
As when you were here
Only thing different
Only thing new
I've got your records
He's got you

I've got your memory
Or has it got me
Really don't know
But I know it won't let me be

I've got your class ring
That proved you care
And it still looks the same
As when you gave it dear
Only thing different
Only thing new
I've got your class ring
He's got you
Delaney Talks to Statues

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Delaney Talks To Statues
Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, Amy Lee
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers

Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat

Delaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstand
She's growing up too fast for me
And asking lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some I'm looking for suggestions

Father, daughter
Born by the water
Surf's up, sun's down
Life in a beach town

And some of the things I've seen
Maybe she won't have to see
But there's a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me

Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers

Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat.
Apocalypso

Lyrics

Apocalypso
Matt Betton
They say this universe is bound to blow
But I say we crank up the calypso control
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso

Now I'm no dancer as dancers go
But this is one step that you need to know
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go

Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Old galaxies can be cold
So I'll hold you close
When this earthly light is burning low
This dance will take you to the next plateau

Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
We'll be dancing when we go

Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso

Yes we'll ride that final tide
Apocalypso
Gone away just yesterday
Apocalypso

1993 Vernon Dubusque Music (BMI). All rights reserved.
Used by Permission
Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami

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Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami
Jimmy Buffett, Michael Tcshudin
It was ninety miles to freedom but they took the risk
Though the ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawns early light
The gringo in the garden called the customs man
They answered all his questions, were allowed to land
The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a coke
Then they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kin folk
Chorus
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle not so far away
Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play
He's the brother of the lizard and the flying fish
But he's been enchanted by the pictures
From the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie
Sends him north to her relations with a kiss good-bye
He's bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line
Until he sees his Christian name upon a cardboard sign
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an Aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy
Everybody wants to win that lottery
It's hard to believe the city started as a trading post
Home to the Seminole, pirate and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast
Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love
I never have outgrown
It brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the Grove Drug Store
In one way or the other we're all refugees
Living out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
We got a style, we got a look
We got that old panache
Uncle John's Band

Lyrics

Uncle John's Band
Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter
Well the first days are the hardest days
Don't you worry any more
Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger at the door
Think this through with me, let me know your mind
Oh oh all I want to know is are you kind
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend
You better take my advice
You know all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Will you come with me, won't you come with me
Oh oh all I want to know, will you come with me
God damn I declare have you seen the like
Their walls are built with cannon balls
Their motto is don't tread on me
Come hear Uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone,
He's come to take his children home
It's the same story the crow told me
It's the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Oh oh all I want to know where does the time go
I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb
I've got me a violin and I beg you call the tune
Any body's choice, I can hear your voice
Oh oh all I want to know how does the song go
Come hear Uncle John's band by the river side
Got some things to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
Come hear Uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone
He's come to take his children home

1970 Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

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