Fruitcake

David Marcouillier

Lyrics:

How much will it cost to mail this fruitcake?
The one that I have baked with so much care.
Tell me, what’s the postal rate, and how long will it take,
And will it still be fresh when it gets there?

I stayed up all night just to bake it.
I stirred the batter and I greased up the pan.
Babe, this kind of cake’s the kind that you can’t fake.
I even chopped the nuts on top of it by hand.

I walked down to the Post Office in a snowstorm
And then I stood in line for half the day.
Just trying to keep warm and filling out the forms
Just to send this sticky loaf of love your way.

How much will it cost to mail this fruitcake?
The one that I have baked with so much care.
Tell me, what’s the postal rate, and how long will it take,
And will it still be fresh when it gets there?

Will it still be fresh when it gets there?