The muffin man, thought he was a man, but he was a muffin, Zappa said. It's hard to picture this guy riding a bike, or reaching the pedals of a car. And any time he went outside the birds would mob him. When his wife came home, she'd find nothing but a crumpled paper in the driveway. Not even a crumb to bury.
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