MUFFIN MAN LyricsThe 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
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... let's 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 EXCLUSIVELT, 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 though he was a man
But he was a muffin
He hung around till you found
That he didn't 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.