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Buffett Jimmy Fruitcakes

mad as hell! and I don't want to Take it anymore!" Chorus: Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen) Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes

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

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

[Chorus:] Fruitcakes in the kitchen Fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the cross walk In the middle of the week Half baked cookies in

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

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

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'

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