[Intro]
Bbaug
[Verse]
Bbaug
The muffin man is seated at the table
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In the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen.
Bbaug
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon,
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He gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin
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Remnants and brushing his scapular aside,
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Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
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He turns to us and speaks:
[Bridge]
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"Some people like cupcakes better.
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I for one care less for them!"
[Verse]
Bbaug
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas
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Snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil,
Bbaug
He 'poot's forths a quarter-ounce green rosette,
Bbaug
- oh ah yuk, yuk... let's try that again...! -
Bbaug
He 'poots' forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
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Near the summit of a dense,
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But radiant muffin of his own design.
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Later he says:
[Bridge]
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"Some people... some people like cupcakes
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Exclusively, while myself, I say,
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There is naught nor ought there be nothing
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So exalted on the face of god's grey
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Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!"
[Chorus]
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Girl you thought he was a man,
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But he was a muffin,
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He hung around till you found,
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That he didn't know nuthin',
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Girl you thought he was a man,
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But he only was a-puffin',
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No cries is heard in the night,
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As a result of him stuffin'
[Solo]
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(repeat a lot and fade)