The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffinResearch kitchen... reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers anIntimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular asideProcceds 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 icingAnointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yukYuk... let's try that again...!) he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosetteNear 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 sayThere is naught nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of god's greyEarth as that prince of foods... the muffin!
Girl you thought he was a manBut he was a muffinHe hung around till you foundThat he didn't know nuthin'
Girl you thought he was a manBut he only was a-puffin'No cries is heard in the nightAs 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 dukeOn keyboards, captain beefheart on vocals, and soprano sax, and madness. thankYou very much for coming to the concert tonight. hope you enjoyed it. goodnightAustin, texas, where ever you are.