Muffin Man - RALAN STYLES

Fresh muffins, hot out of the oven! Oh Do you know the muffin man The muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man Who lives on Drury Lane? Yes, I know the muffin man The muffin man, the muffin man Yes, I know the muffin man Who lives on Drury Lane He's coming The ice cream man is coming! (Ha-ha-ha, ooh-ooh) Oh Do you know the ice cream man The ice cream man, the ice cream man? Do you know the ice cream man Who lives on Drury Lane? Yes, I know the ice cream man The ice cream man, the ice cream man Yes, I know the ice cream man Who lives on Drury Lane Apples, peaches, pears, and plums Get your fresh fruit over here! Oh Do you know the fruit stand man The fruit stand man, the fruit stand man? Do you know the fruit stand man Who lives on Drury Lane? Yes, I know the fruit stand man The fruit stand man, the fruit stand man Yes, I know the fruit stand man Who lives on Drury Lane Oh Do you know the muffin man The muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man Who lives on Drury Lane? Yes, I know the muffin man The muffin man, the muffin man Yes, I know the muffin man Who lives on Drury Lane

Do you know the Muffin man The Muffin man, the Muffin man Oh, do you know the Muffin man Who lives down jewellery lane? Oh yes, we know the Muffin man The Muffin man, the Muffin man Oh yes, we know the Muffin man Who lives down jewellery lane Oh, we all know the Muffin man The Muffin Man, the Muffin man Oh, we all know the Muffin man Who lives down jewellery lane

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... 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 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." 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'. Girl, you thought he was a man, but he was a muffin. 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. Wherever you are.

Get ready Get ready, get set Get ready, get set, let's roll Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll Roll rubber in a bit of petrol Red, yellow, hit green, then go Breathe in slow S.O.B You ain't never seen nothing so rugged at 90 (huh), uh Goosebumps when the cops behind me, yo The boiler's grinding, keep the cuffs Enjoy your doughnuts, sir, you ain't gonna find me It's not likely, their brains is blown out You're chasing a ghost with no brakes, slow down Hundred proof octane, ready to drink, bitch Stop playing, I'm hot man, gimme that pink slip Time's up, the animals crept through Leave them in the dust with a packet of jet fuel Too quick, eat 'em up, better for pet food No brain, slow lane, missing your head screws Ha, skin and bones let, mess with your chrome set Tricked out, hopping like your cruse in a cold chest Parked in eagle with a safety pin Take the backseat Now let the games begin, yeah Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll Roll rubber in a bit of petrol Red, yellow, hit green, then go Breathe in slow Shapeshifter! Come on man, you can't be real I'ma show you what it is, let the anthem build Shapeshifter! Put the pedal to the metal and go (go!) Tough match, you lost by a hubcap The big boss spray painted on my mud flap Get a rush, yeah, we're calling your cold bluff We never get enough Step in, hold your breath and hang tight Known for the big dollar bet in the cage fight You're playing with the sharks, step inside Everybody on your mark, get set, now let's ride That's right Put the pedal to the metal and go The yellow madellow with slicks on sending 'em home Stick cars in the concrete, gripping the road So quick, even the palm trees, look out, whoa We got car keys hooked to remote controls Hit a button that'll smoke any whip you own I told you, I don't want to close your casket Quit now before you go blowing a gasket Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll Roll rubber in a bit of petrol Red, yellow, hit green, then go Breathe in slow Shapeshifter! Come on man, you can't be real I'ma show you what it is, let the anthem build Shapeshifter! Put the pedal to the metal and go (go!) (Go, go, go!) Melting! Meltdown! (While time is shifting) Transist! Transform! (Out purposely) Yielding! Bending! (While time is shifting) Two shapes they can't constrain! Get ready, get set, let's roll Shapeshifter! Come on man, you can't be real I'ma show you what it is, let the anthem build Shapeshifter! If you want it, come and let me know I'm right here, put the pedal to the metal and go (go!) Shapeshifter! Come on man, you can't be real I'ma show you what it is, let the anthem build Shapeshifter! Put the pedal to the metal and go (go!)