Frank Zappa — Muffin Man YCDTOSA 6

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 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' 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'