Muffin Man

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' FZ: 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 Duke on keyboards, Captain Beefheart on vocals and soprano sax and madness. Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you enjoyed it. Goodnight Austin, Texas, wherever you are!