Fruitcake Makes Me Puke - Rock Version

Psst, pssst, hey
Okay the kids are gone to bed
Grandma and Grandpa have been asleep for hour
And I want you to put on the headphones
And I want you to crank that knob up to ten
Because we all have a little bit of rocker in this
I know you do
Maybe some Allman Brothers
Maybe some Billy Idol
I want you to crank that knob up
And I want you to listen to the rock version of
Fruitcake Makes Me Puke

Every year at Christmas time my friends all like to bake
They make cookies rolls and bread and ham and pie
For some weird reason, they all send me a fruitcake
And when I tell them that I ate it, it's a lie

I use them as an anchor for my boat out on the lake
I made barbells for my cousins, Merv and Luke
But if I try to eat some, my intestines start to quake
'Cause fruitcake makes me puke

Fruitcake makes me puke
It happens every time I eat it
So I know it's not a fluke
Fruitcake makes me puke
Yeah, that's the one thing about Christmas
That no one can dispute
Fruitcake makes me puke

Well, I keep one in my office
That's a handy pave away
I heard they use these hammers and the muke
But when I try to eat some
I can't get it off the plate
'Cause fruitcake makes me puke, yeah

Fruitcake makes me puke
It happens every time I eat it
So I know it's not a fluke
Fruitcake makes me puke
It's the one thing about Christmas
That no one can dispute
Fruitcake makes me puke

And the main thing about fruitcake
That I have found
It looks the same way coming up
As it is going down

Fruitcake makes me puke
It happens every time I eat it
So I know it's not a fluke
Fruitcake makes me puke
Yeah, that's the one thing about Christmas
That no one can dispute
Fruitcake makes me puke
Yeah, that's the one thing about Christmas
That no one can dispute
Fruitcake makes me puke

Yeah, it makes me puke
Fruitcake makes me puke
Fruitcake makes me puke
Fruitcake makes me puke