Frank Zappa - Muffin man

^BbaugThe muffin man is seated at the table ^BbaugIn the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen. ^BbaugReaching for an oversized chrome spoon, ^BbaugHe gathers an Intimate quantity of dried ^Aaugmuffin ^G#augRemnan^Gaugts and ^F#augbrushing his ^Faugscapular a^Eaugside, Pro^D#augcceds to ^Bbaugdump these inside of his shirt... ^BbaugHe turns to us and speaks:^Aaug

^G#dim7 "Some people like cupcakes better. ^G#dim7I for one care less for them!"

^Bbaug Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas ^BbaugSnoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil, ^BbaugHe 'poot's forths a quarter-ounce green rosette, ^Bbaug- oh ah yuk, yuk... let's try that again...! - ^BbaugHe 'poots' forth a quarter-ounce green rosette ^BbaugNear the summit of a dense, ^BbaugBut radiant muffin of his own design. Later ^Aaughe says:

^G#dim7 "Some people... some people like cupcakes ^G#dim7Exclusively, while myself, I say, ^G#dim7There is naught nor ought there be nothing ^G#dim7So exalted on the face of god's grey ^G#dim7Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!"

^F#mGirl you thought he was a ^Bman, But he was a ^C#mmuffin, He ^F#mhung around till you ^Bfound, That he didn't know ^C#mnuthin', ^F#mGirl you thought he was a ^Bman, But he only was a-^C#mpuffin', No ^F#mcries is heard in the ^Bnight, As a result of him ^C#mstuffin'