Frank Zappa – Muffin Man Lyrics 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, Procceds 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 forths a quarter-ounce green rosette, - oh ah yuk, yuk... lets try that again...! - He poots 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 like cupcakes Exclusively, while myself, I say, There is naught nor ought there be nothing So exalted on the face of gods 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 didnt know nuthin, 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, 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, where ever you are. https://youtube/watch?v=qwIrXOtZyvQ
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 05:50:07 +0000
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