Lyrics Muffin Man - Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, The Mothers

Muffin Man

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 poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosetta near…
(Let's try that again…)
He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosetta near the summit of a dense-but-radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
«Some people… some people like cupcakes exclusively, while I myself 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 nuffin
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
FZ: 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!