Muffin Man

[Intro] Bbaug [Verse] Bbaug The muffin man is seated at the table Bbaug In the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen. Bbaug Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon Bbaug                                    Aaug He gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin G#aug Gaug   F#aug        Faug      Eaug Remnants and brushing his scapular aside    D#aug    Bbaug Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt... Bbaug                     Aaug He turns to us and speaks: [Bridge] G#dim7   "Some people like cupcakes better. G#dim7 I for one care less for them!" [Verse] Bbaug   Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas Bbaug 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 Bbaug Near the summit of a dense Bbaug But radiant muffin of his own design.       Aaug Later he says: [Bridge] G#dim7    "Some people... some people like cupcakes G#dim7 Exclusively while myself I say G#dim7 There is naught nor ought there be nothing G#dim7 So exalted on the face of god’s grey G#dim7 Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!" [Chorus] 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’ [Solo] (repeat a lot and fade)