Muffin Man
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โฑ๏ธ 5:36 duration
๐ ID: 9881018
๐ Lyrics
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 puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette n-
Let's try that again
He puts 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 heh
Like cupcakes exclusively, while myself
I 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 nothin'
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'
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
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 puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette n-
Let's try that again
He puts 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 heh
Like cupcakes exclusively, while myself
I 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 nothin'
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'
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.03] The muffin man is seated at the table
[00:09.53] In the laboratory of the utility muffin research kitchen
[00:14.34] Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
[00:16.91] He gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants
[00:21.68] And brushing his scapular aside
[00:24.48] Proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt
[00:28.52] He turns to us and speaks
[00:32.64] "Some people like cupcakes better
[00:35.82] I, for one, care less for them"
[00:41.82] Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot
[00:45.39] Of a fully charged icing anointment utensil
[00:47.92] He puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette n-
[00:53.63] Let's try that again
[00:56.27] He puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
[00:58.66] Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin
[01:01.23] Of his own design
[01:05.53] Later he says
[01:07.08] "Some people, some people heh
[01:11.09] Like cupcakes exclusively, while myself
[01:13.91] I say there is naught, nor ought there be
[01:16.23] Nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey Earth
[01:20.06] As that prince of foods, the muffin"
[01:24.36] Girl, you thought he was a man
[01:27.60] But he was a muffin
[01:31.63] He hung around till you found that
[01:34.58] He didn't know nothin'
[01:39.18] Girl, you thought he was a man
[01:41.76] But he only was a-puffin'
[01:46.33] No cries is heard in the night
[01:50.33] As a result of him stuffin'
[04:15.85] Girl, you thought he was a man
[04:17.87] But he was a muffin
[04:22.45] No cries is heard in the night
[04:25.40] As a result of him stuffin'
[04:30.59] Bruce Fowler on trombone
[04:32.53] Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax
[04:34.37] And lead vocals
[04:35.41] Terry Bozzio on drums
[04:37.78] Tom Fowler on bass
[04:39.59] Denny Walley on slide
[04:40.92] George Duke on keyboards
[04:42.07] Captain Beefheart on vocals
[04:44.31] And soprano sax and madness
[04:45.56] Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight
[04:47.65] Hope you enjoyed it
[04:51.05] Goodnight Austin, Texas, wherever you are
[04:56.28]
[00:09.53] In the laboratory of the utility muffin research kitchen
[00:14.34] Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
[00:16.91] He gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants
[00:21.68] And brushing his scapular aside
[00:24.48] Proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt
[00:28.52] He turns to us and speaks
[00:32.64] "Some people like cupcakes better
[00:35.82] I, for one, care less for them"
[00:41.82] Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot
[00:45.39] Of a fully charged icing anointment utensil
[00:47.92] He puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette n-
[00:53.63] Let's try that again
[00:56.27] He puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
[00:58.66] Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin
[01:01.23] Of his own design
[01:05.53] Later he says
[01:07.08] "Some people, some people heh
[01:11.09] Like cupcakes exclusively, while myself
[01:13.91] I say there is naught, nor ought there be
[01:16.23] Nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey Earth
[01:20.06] As that prince of foods, the muffin"
[01:24.36] Girl, you thought he was a man
[01:27.60] But he was a muffin
[01:31.63] He hung around till you found that
[01:34.58] He didn't know nothin'
[01:39.18] Girl, you thought he was a man
[01:41.76] But he only was a-puffin'
[01:46.33] No cries is heard in the night
[01:50.33] As a result of him stuffin'
[04:15.85] Girl, you thought he was a man
[04:17.87] But he was a muffin
[04:22.45] No cries is heard in the night
[04:25.40] As a result of him stuffin'
[04:30.59] Bruce Fowler on trombone
[04:32.53] Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax
[04:34.37] And lead vocals
[04:35.41] Terry Bozzio on drums
[04:37.78] Tom Fowler on bass
[04:39.59] Denny Walley on slide
[04:40.92] George Duke on keyboards
[04:42.07] Captain Beefheart on vocals
[04:44.31] And soprano sax and madness
[04:45.56] Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight
[04:47.65] Hope you enjoyed it
[04:51.05] Goodnight Austin, Texas, wherever you are
[04:56.28]