[Intro] [Verse] 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: [Bridge]   "Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!" [Verse]   Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas Snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil He ’poot’s 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: [Bridge]    "Some people... some people 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!" [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)