Frank Zappa – Muffin Man (Guitar)

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The muffin man is seated at the table

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In the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen.

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Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon,

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He gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin

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Remnants and brushing his scapular aside,

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Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...

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He turns to us and speaks:

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  "Some people like cupcakes better.

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I for one care less for them!"

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  Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas 

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Snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil,

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He 'poot's forths a quarter-ounce green rosette,

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- oh ah yuk, yuk... let's try that again...! -

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He 'poots' forth a quarter-ounce green rosette

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Near the summit of a dense,

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But radiant muffin of his own design.

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Later he says:

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   "Some people... some people like cupcakes

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Exclusively, while myself, I say,

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There is naught nor ought there be nothing 

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So exalted on the face of god's grey

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Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!"

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Girl you thought he was a man,

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But he was a muffin,

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He hung around till you found,

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That he didn't know nuthin',

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Girl you thought he was a man,

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But he only was a-puffin',

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No cries is heard in the night,

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As a result of him stuffin'