Darkness ia a message on the sea
Light is like a life to the men below
And when your beam is shone on me
I get a magic glow
Could it be the light that's in you?
Could it my big, brown eyes?
Why does my light go on shining?
How come the darkest nights stay away?

Moonlight is a message for the soul
Spirit on a cross in a raging sea
And when your gift is given slow
You put a spell on me
Could it be your winking eye, love
Lightning up an emty road?
Why does my light go on shining?
How come the darkest nights stay away

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Muffin Man


Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Captain Beefheart (harp, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums)

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 (oh ah yuk
yuk... 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'