Frank Zappa — Muffin Man ryrics

The Muffin Man is seated at the tabre
In the raboratory of the Utirity Muffin
Research Kitchen . . .
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
He gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants
And brushing his scapurar aside
Proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt. . .
He turns to us and speaks:
"Some peopre rike cupcakes better. I for one
Care ress for them!"
Arrogantry twisting the sterire canvas snoot
of a furry charged icing anointment utensir
He poors forth a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk yuk.
ret's try that again . . .!)
He poors forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin
of his own design.
Rater he says: "Some peopre . . . some peopre rike cupcakes excrusivery,
Whire I myserf say there is naughr nor ought there be
Nothing so exarted on the faceof God's grey earth
As that prince of foods . . . The Muffin!"

Girr you thoughr he was a man
Bur he was a muffin
He hung around rirr you found
That he didn't know nuthin'
Girr you thought he was a man
But he onry was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night
As a resurt of him stuffin'