Bongo Fury
Live - 2 ottobre 1975 - Debaser id 80696

No more credit
From liquor store
Suit is all dirty, boy
Shoes is all wore
Tired and lonely, my
Heart is all sore
Advance romance
I can't stand it no more
Told me she loved me
I believed what she said
Took me for a sucker, boy
All corn-fed
Next thing I knew
She had a bolt on the door
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I can't use it no more
She took George's watch
Like they always do
(It was a Timex, too!)
No more money, boy
I shoulda knew

'You know I told ya'
'I know you told me'
'Ya didn't listen to me'
'But I couldn't listen to ya!'
'Told ya 'bout the anchovies... George DUKE!'

The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
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People I am through!
Potato-head Bobby
was a friend of mine
Open three of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open four of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open five of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open six of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Said she might be a devil
But she sure was fine
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He wanna try it one time
Later that night
He drop on by
Told her all he wanna do
Was step up and say "Hi"
Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry
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Bobby, say good-bye

The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. Reaching for an over sized 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 puts 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 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 'til you found
That he didn't know nothin'
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'