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Well, I couldn't find the tabs online for this song so I made myself.
The lyrics are also included.
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// //---------\\ |/////\ |/////\ //-------\\
// // \\ ||----| |-----| //---------\\
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/-----| |-| |-| || || // \\
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Intro: Play 2x
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4-----4/---5-----9----9/---11------|12-----9---------------------------|
2-----2/---3-----7----7/----9------|10-----7---------------------------|
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Riff #2
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4-----4/---5-----9----9/---11------|12-----9-----7p-5--7p-5--7p-5--5--7|
2-----2/---3-----7----7/----9------|10-----7---------------------------|
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then play the intro again 1x
then comes the solo which i'm not going to attempt. Anyone who wants to
tab it out should post it or e-mail it to me.
Lyrics:
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility
muffin research kitchen,
Reaching for an oversize chrome spoon,
he gathers and intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants.
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."
Arrogently twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing
annointment utencil, he puts for a quarter ounce green rossette near
the summit of a dance but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says, "Some people, like cupcakes exclusively while myself I
say there is not, nor art there be nothing so exhalted on the face of
god's great 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 nothing.
Girl, you thought he was a man, but he only was a muffin.
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