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The following is what I believe are the chords for Jimmy Buffett's
"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!
Chorus:
[C]Fruitcakes in t[D]he kitc[G]hen, fruitc[C]akes on the st[D]reet[G]
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
[G] Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
H[G]alf-baked cookies in the oven, half baked people on the bus
There's a litt[C]le bit[D] of fru[G]itcake left in ever[C]yone of [D]us[G]
Verse1:
[C] [D] [G] [C][D][G]
Paradise, lost and found. Paradise, take a look around
I was out[C] in Cali[D]fornia w[G]here I hear th[C]ey have it all[D][G]
[C] [D] [G][C]
[D] They g[G]ot riots, fires, and mudslides. They got sushi in the mall
[C]Water bar[D]s and bronto[G]saurs, Chinese mo[C]dern lust[D][G]
[C] [D] [G] [C][D]
[G] 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?
[C] [D] [G] [C][D]
"We lost[G] or martian rocketship", the high-paid sposkesman said
[C] [D] [G] [C][D]
Looks l[G]ike that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head
We spen[C]d 90 jillion[D] dollars[G], tryin' a get a lo[C]ok at Ma[D]rs[G]
[C] [D] [G] [C][D][G]
I hear Universal laughter ringin' out among the stars
Chorus:
[C]Fruitcakes in t[D]he Galax[G]y, Fruitca[C]kes on the Earth[D][G]
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
Stru[G]ttin' naked towards Eternity, we've been that way since birth
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
[G] Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
There's a litt[C]le bit[D] of Fru[G]itcake left in everyo[C]ne of u[D]s[G]
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)
The following is what I believe are the chords for Jimmy Buffett's
"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!
Chorus:
[C]Fruitcakes in t[D]he kitc[G]hen, fruitc[C]akes on the st[D]reet[G]
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
[G] Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
H[G]alf-baked cookies in the oven, half baked people on the bus
There's a litt[C]le bit[D] of fru[G]itcake left in ever[C]yone of [D]us[G]
Verse1:
[C] [D] [G] [C][D][G]
Paradise, lost and found. Paradise, take a look around
I was out[C] in Cali[D]fornia w[G]here I hear th[C]ey have it all[D][G]
[C] [D] [G][C]
[D] They g[G]ot riots, fires, and mudslides. They got sushi in the mall
[C]Water bar[D]s and bronto[G]saurs, Chinese mo[C]dern lust[D][G]
[C] [D] [G] [C][D]
[G] 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?
[C] [D] [G] [C][D]
"We lost[G] or martian rocketship", the high-paid sposkesman said
[C] [D] [G] [C][D]
Looks l[G]ike that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head
We spen[C]d 90 jillion[D] dollars[G], tryin' a get a lo[C]ok at Ma[D]rs[G]
[C] [D] [G] [C][D][G]
I hear Universal laughter ringin' out among the stars
Chorus:
[C]Fruitcakes in t[D]he Galax[G]y, Fruitca[C]kes on the Earth[D][G]
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
Stru[G]ttin' naked towards Eternity, we've been that way since birth
[C] [D] [G][C][D]
[G] Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus
There's a litt[C]le bit[D] of Fru[G]itcake left in everyo[C]ne of u[D]s[G]
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)
