Muffin Man Lyrics

Muffin Man 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
procceds 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 forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk
yuk... let`s try that again...!) He poots 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 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 though 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`