the Muffin Man, the Muffin man. Do you know the Muffin Man, he lives on Mulburry Lane. So uhhhh, yyyuuuuupp.
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 Proceeds 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 pools 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 not nor ought there be Nothing so exalted on the face of God's gray earth As that prince of foods . . . The Muffin!"
Awww yes, the muffin man.....the muffin man who lives on mulberry lane...yes I vaguely remember the muffin man. Good times, good times..... I'll never forget watching him and his wife fuck like rabbits all over the lemon poppy seed muffins that just came fresh out of the oven.
