Frank Zappa - Muffin Man Chords
Tempo:
129.65 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
B
F#
G#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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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 [G#] muffin remnants,
[G] [F#] and brushing [F] his scapular [E] [D#] aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
He turns to us and speaks,
[A] [G#] Some people like cupcakes better.
[Bm] I, for one, [G#] 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 [G#] says,
[D] Some people, some [F] people, like [D] cupcakes exclusively, while myself I say,
there is [F] not, nor ought there be, [B] nothing so [Bm] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that prince [F] of foods, [Bm] the muffin.
[F#] Girl, [G] you thought [B] it was a man, [C] but [C#] it was [C#m] a muffin.
[F#] He hung [G#m] around till he [B] found that [C] he [C#m] didn't know nothing.
[F#m] Girl, you [G#m] thought [B] it was a man, but [C#m] it only was a muffin.
No cries heard [B] in the night as a [C#] result of him [C#m] stopping.
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[C#] [C#m] [F#] No cries [G#m] heard [B] in the night as a [C#m] result of him stopping.
[A] Bruce Fowler on [F#m] trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock [C#m] on tenor sax and lead vocals,
Mary Bozio on drums, [F#m] Tom Fowler on [A] bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide,
George [C#m] Cuk on keyboard, Captain Bepart on [F#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
[F#m] Thank you very much for coming to the concert [B] tonight.
Hope you enjoyed [C#m] it.
Goodnight 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 [G#] muffin remnants,
[G] [F#] and brushing [F] his scapular [E] [D#] aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
He turns to us and speaks,
[A] [G#] Some people like cupcakes better.
[Bm] I, for one, [G#] 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 [G#] says,
[D] Some people, some [F] people, like [D] cupcakes exclusively, while myself I say,
there is [F] not, nor ought there be, [B] nothing so [Bm] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that prince [F] of foods, [Bm] the muffin.
[F#] Girl, [G] you thought [B] it was a man, [C] but [C#] it was [C#m] a muffin.
[F#] He hung [G#m] around till he [B] found that [C] he [C#m] didn't know nothing.
[F#m] Girl, you [G#m] thought [B] it was a man, but [C#m] it only was a muffin.
No cries heard [B] in the night as a [C#] result of him [C#m] stopping.
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[A] Bruce Fowler on [F#m] trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock [C#m] on tenor sax and lead vocals,
Mary Bozio on drums, [F#m] Tom Fowler on [A] bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide,
George [C#m] Cuk on keyboard, Captain Bepart on [F#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
[F#m] Thank you very much for coming to the concert [B] tonight.
Hope you enjoyed [C#m] it.
Goodnight Austin, Texas, wherever you are.
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[A#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ 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 [G#] muffin remnants,
[G] [F#] and brushing [F] his scapular [E] [D#] aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
_ _ _ He turns to us and speaks,
[A] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ Some people like cupcakes better.
[Bm] I, for one, [G#] 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 [G#] says,
_ [D] _ Some people, some [F] people, like [D] cupcakes exclusively, while myself I say,
there is [F] not, nor ought there be, [B] nothing so [Bm] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that prince [F] of foods, [Bm] _ the muffin.
[F#] _ Girl, [G] you thought [B] it was a man, [C] but [C#] it was [C#m] a muffin.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] He hung [G#m] around till he [B] found that [C] he [C#m] didn't know nothing. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Girl, you [G#m] thought [B] it was a man, but [C#m] it only was a muffin.
_ _ _ _ No cries heard [B] in the night as a [C#] result of him [C#m] stopping. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] Bruce Fowler on [F#m] trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock [C#m] on tenor sax and lead vocals,
Mary Bozio on drums, _ [F#m] Tom Fowler on [A] bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide,
George [C#m] Cuk on keyboard, Captain Bepart on [F#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
[F#m] Thank you very much for coming to the concert [B] tonight.
Hope you enjoyed [C#m] it.
Goodnight 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 [G#] muffin remnants,
[G] [F#] and brushing [F] his scapular [E] [D#] aside, proceeds [A#] to dump these inside of his shirt.
_ _ _ He turns to us and speaks,
[A] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ Some people like cupcakes better.
[Bm] I, for one, [G#] 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 [G#] says,
_ [D] _ Some people, some [F] people, like [D] cupcakes exclusively, while myself I say,
there is [F] not, nor ought there be, [B] nothing so [Bm] exalted on the face of God's gray earth as that prince [F] of foods, [Bm] _ the muffin.
[F#] _ Girl, [G] you thought [B] it was a man, [C] but [C#] it was [C#m] a muffin.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] He hung [G#m] around till he [B] found that [C] he [C#m] didn't know nothing. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Girl, you [G#m] thought [B] it was a man, but [C#m] it only was a muffin.
_ _ _ _ No cries heard [B] in the night as a [C#] result of him [C#m] stopping. _
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_ [C#] _ _ [C#m] _ [F#] No cries [G#m] heard [B] in the night as a [C#m] result of him stopping. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Bruce Fowler on [F#m] trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock [C#m] on tenor sax and lead vocals,
Mary Bozio on drums, _ [F#m] Tom Fowler on [A] bass, Lenny [B] Wally on slide,
George [C#m] Cuk on keyboard, Captain Bepart on [F#] vocals and soprano sax and [C#m] madness.
[F#m] Thank you very much for coming to the concert [B] tonight.
Hope you enjoyed [C#m] it.
Goodnight Austin, Texas, wherever you are.
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