Muffin Man (Zappa Frank)

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 pools forth a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk yuk. let's try that again . . .!) He pools 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 I myself say there is naughl nor ought there be Nothing so exalted on the faceof God's grey earth As that prince of foods . . . The Muffin!" Girl you thoughl he was a man Bul he was a muffin He hung around lill 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'