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 EXCLUSIVELT, 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'



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, where

ever you are