Muffin Man Chords by Frank Zappa
Tempo:
129.7 bpm
Chords used:
B
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C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
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 [A] dried muffin remnants,
[G] and [F#] brushing his [F] scapular aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
He turns to us and speaks,
[A] [G#] Some people like cupcakes better.
I, for one, care less for them.
[A#] 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.
[A] Later he says, [G#]
[D] Some people, some people [D] like cupcakes exclusively, while myself,
I say there is not, nor [Bm] ought there be, [B] nothing so [G#] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that
Prince of [Fm]
Foods, [G#] the Muffin.
[F#] Well, you thought it [B] was a man, [C#] but it was a muffin.
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He [F#] hung around [B] till he found that he [C#m] didn't know nothing.
[F#m] Girl, you thought it [B] was a man, but it [C#m] only was a muffin.
[C#] The pies were [B] stirred in the night as a result [C#] of him [C#m] stopping.
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[F#m] Bruce Fowler on trombone, [C#] Napoleon Murphy Brock on [C#m] tenor sax and lead vocals,
Terry Bozio on drums, Tom [F#m] Fowler on bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide, George [C#m] Luke on keyboards,
Captain Bepart on [C#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
Thank you [F#m] very much for coming to
[B] the concert tonight.
Hope you enjoyed it.
[C#m] Good night, Austin, Texas, wherever you are.
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Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon, he gathers an intimate quantity of [A] dried muffin remnants,
[G] and [F#] brushing his [F] scapular aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
He turns to us and speaks,
[A] [G#] Some people like cupcakes better.
I, for one, care less for them.
[A#] 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.
[A] Later he says, [G#]
[D] Some people, some people [D] like cupcakes exclusively, while myself,
I say there is not, nor [Bm] ought there be, [B] nothing so [G#] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that
Prince of [Fm]
Foods, [G#] the Muffin.
[F#] Well, you thought it [B] was a man, [C#] but it was a muffin.
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He [F#] hung around [B] till he found that he [C#m] didn't know nothing.
[F#m] Girl, you thought it [B] was a man, but it [C#m] only was a muffin.
[C#] The pies were [B] stirred in the night as a result [C#] of him [C#m] stopping.
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[F#m] Bruce Fowler on trombone, [C#] Napoleon Murphy Brock on [C#m] tenor sax and lead vocals,
Terry Bozio on drums, Tom [F#m] Fowler on bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide, George [C#m] Luke on keyboards,
Captain Bepart on [C#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
Thank you [F#m] very much for coming to
[B] the concert tonight.
Hope you enjoyed it.
[C#m] Good night, Austin, Texas, wherever you are.
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_ _ _ _ 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 [A] dried muffin remnants,
[G] _ and [F#] brushing his [F] scapular aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
_ _ _ He turns to us and speaks,
_ [A] _ _ _ [G#] Some people like cupcakes better.
I, for one, care less for them. _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ 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. _
_ _ _ _ [A] Later he says, [G#] _
_ [D] Some people, some people [D] like cupcakes exclusively, while myself,
I say there is not, nor [Bm] ought there be, [B] nothing so [G#] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that
Prince of [Fm]
Foods, [G#] the Muffin.
[F#] _ Well, you thought it [B] was a man, [C#] but it was a muffin.
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He _ _ _ _ [F#] hung around [B] till he found that he [C#m] didn't know nothing. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ Girl, you thought it [B] was a man, but it [C#m] only was a muffin. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ The pies were [B] stirred in the night as a result [C#] of him [C#m] stopping. _
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_ _ _ _ [F#m] Bruce Fowler on trombone, [C#] Napoleon Murphy Brock on [C#m] tenor sax and lead vocals,
Terry Bozio on drums, Tom [F#m] Fowler on bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide, George [C#m] Luke on keyboards,
Captain Bepart on [C#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
Thank you [F#m] very much for coming to
[B] the concert tonight.
Hope you enjoyed it.
[C#m] Good night, Austin, Texas, wherever you are.
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_ _ _ _ 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 [A] dried muffin remnants,
[G] _ and [F#] brushing his [F] scapular aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
_ _ _ He turns to us and speaks,
_ [A] _ _ _ [G#] Some people like cupcakes better.
I, for one, care less for them. _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ 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. _
_ _ _ _ [A] Later he says, [G#] _
_ [D] Some people, some people [D] like cupcakes exclusively, while myself,
I say there is not, nor [Bm] ought there be, [B] nothing so [G#] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that
Prince of [Fm]
Foods, [G#] the Muffin.
[F#] _ Well, you thought it [B] was a man, [C#] but it was a muffin.
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He _ _ _ _ [F#] hung around [B] till he found that he [C#m] didn't know nothing. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ Girl, you thought it [B] was a man, but it [C#m] only was a muffin. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ The pies were [B] stirred in the night as a result [C#] of him [C#m] stopping. _
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_ _ _ _ [F#m] Bruce Fowler on trombone, [C#] Napoleon Murphy Brock on [C#m] tenor sax and lead vocals,
Terry Bozio on drums, Tom [F#m] Fowler on bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide, George [C#m] Luke on keyboards,
Captain Bepart on [C#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
Thank you [F#m] very much for coming to
[B] the concert tonight.
Hope you enjoyed it.
[C#m] Good night, Austin, Texas, wherever you are.
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