Lyrics Muffin Man - Frank Zappa
The
muffin
man
is
seated
at
the
table
In
the
laboratory
of
the
utility
muffin
research
kitchen
Reaching
for
an
oversized
chrome
spoon
He
gathers
an
intimate
quantity
of
dried
muffin
remnants
And
brushing
his
scapular
aside
Proceeds
to
dump
these
inside
of
his
shirt
He
turns
to
us
and
speaks
"Some
people
like
cupcakes
better
I,
for
one,
care
less
for
them"
Arrogantly
twisting
the
sterile
canvas
snoot
Of
a
fully
charged
icing
anointment
utensil
He
puts
forth
a
quarter-ounce
green
rosette
n-
Let's
try
that
again
He
puts
forth
a
quarter-ounce
green
rosette
Near
the
summit
of
a
dense
but
radiant
muffin
Of
his
own
design
Later
he
says
"Some
people,
some
people
heh
Like
cupcakes
exclusively,
while
myself
I
say
there
is
naught,
nor
ought
there
be
Nothing
so
exalted
on
the
face
of
God's
grey
Earth
As
that
prince
of
foods,
the
muffin"
Girl,
you
thought
he
was
a
man
But
he
was
a
muffin
He
hung
around
till
you
found
that
He
didn't
know
nothin'
Girl,
you
thought
he
was
a
man
But
he
only
was
a-puffin'
No
cries
is
heard
in
the
night
As
a
result
of
him
stuffin'
Girl,
you
thought
he
was
a
man
But
he
was
a
muffin
No
cries
is
heard
in
the
night
As
a
result
of
him
stuffin'
Bruce
Fowler
on
trombone
Napoleon
Murphy
Brock
on
tenor
sax
And
lead
vocals
Terry
Bozzio
on
drums
Tom
Fowler
on
bass
Denny
Walley
on
slide
George
Duke
on
keyboards
Captain
Beefheart
on
vocals
And
soprano
sax
and
madness
Thank
you
very
much
for
coming
to
the
concert
tonight
Hope
you
enjoyed
it
Goodnight
Austin,
Texas,
wherever
you
are
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