Biografía:
Frank Vincent Zappa (Baltimore, 21 de diciembre de 1940 - Los Ángeles, 4 de diciembre de 1993) fue un cantante, guitarrista, compositor y artista satírico estadounidense.
De ascendencia siciliana, griega, árabe, francesa, irlandesa y alemana, fue el mayor de cuatro hijos. A causa del asma que Frank sufría, su familia se mudó en enero de 1951 a Monterey, California, unos 150 kilómetros al sur de San Francisco. Antes de volver a California (San Diego) a principios de los años 50, vivieron un tiempo en Pomona y en El Cajón.
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Otras canciones:
- Bobby Brown Goes Down
- Camarillo Brillo
- Dancin' Fool
- Joes Garage
- Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance
- Watermelon In Easter Hay
- What's The Ugliest Part Of Your Body?
- A Token Of My Extreme
- Absolutely Free
- Billy The Mountain
- Bobby Brown
- Broken Hearts
- Broken Hearts Are For Assholes
- Brown Shoes Dont Make It
- Bwana Dik
- Catholic Girls
- Concentration Moon
- Dancing Fool
- Dirty Love
- Elvis Has Just Left The Building
- Flakes
- For The Young Sophisticate
- Fountain Of Love
- Go Cry On Somebody
- Go Cry On Somebody Elses Shoulder
- Harder Than Your Husband
- Heavenly Bank Account
- How Could I Be Such A Fool
- I Have Been In You
- Jewish Princess
- Lemme Take You To The Beach
- Lets Make The Water Turn Black
- Lonely Little Girl
- Lonesome Cowboy Burt
- Love Of My Life
- Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up
- Man From Utopia Meets Mary Lou
- Meek Shall Inherit Nothing
- More Trouble Every Day
- Motherly Love
- Muffin Man
- My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
- Oh No
- Packard Goose
- Po Jama People
- Road Ladies
- Sharleena
- Sofa No 2
- Son Of Orange County
- Son Of Suzy Creamcheese
- Stick Together
- Stinkfoot
- Strictly Genteel The Finale
- Suicide Chump
- Tears Began To Fall
- The Closer You Are
- Titties And Beer
- Uncle Bernies Farm
- Uncle Remus
- Valarie
- What Kind Of Girl Do You Think We Are
- Whats The Ugliest Part Of Your Body
- Wowie Zowie
- Yo Cats
- Youre Probably Wondering Why Im Here
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Bbaug
[Verse]
Bbaug
The muffin man is seated at the table
Bbaug
In the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen.
Bbaug
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon,
Bbaug Aaug
He gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin
G#aug Gaug F#aug Faug Eaug
Remnants and brushing his scapular aside,
D#aug Bbaug
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
Bbaug Aaug
He turns to us and speaks:
[Bridge]
G#dim7
"Some people like cupcakes better.
G#dim7
I for one care less for them!"
[Verse]
Bbaug
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas
Bbaug
Snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil,
Bbaug
He 'poot's forths a quarter-ounce green rosette,
Bbaug
- oh ah yuk, yuk... let's try that again...! -
Bbaug
He 'poots' forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Bbaug
Near the summit of a dense,
Bbaug
But radiant muffin of his own design.
Aaug
Later he says:
[Bridge]
G#dim7
"Some people... some people like cupcakes
G#dim7
Exclusively, while myself, I say,
G#dim7
There is naught nor ought there be nothing
G#dim7
So exalted on the face of god's grey
G#dim7
Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!"
[Chorus]
F#m B
Girl you thought he was a man,
C#m
But he was a muffin,
F#m B
He hung around till you found,
C#m
That he didn't know nuthin',
F#m B
Girl you thought he was a man,
C#m
But he only was a-puffin',
F#m B
No cries is heard in the night,
C#m
As a result of him stuffin'
[Solo]
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
(repeat a lot and fade)
Bbaug
[Verse]
Bbaug
The muffin man is seated at the table
Bbaug
In the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen.
Bbaug
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon,
Bbaug Aaug
He gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin
G#aug Gaug F#aug Faug Eaug
Remnants and brushing his scapular aside,
D#aug Bbaug
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
Bbaug Aaug
He turns to us and speaks:
[Bridge]
G#dim7
"Some people like cupcakes better.
G#dim7
I for one care less for them!"
[Verse]
Bbaug
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas
Bbaug
Snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil,
Bbaug
He 'poot's forths a quarter-ounce green rosette,
Bbaug
- oh ah yuk, yuk... let's try that again...! -
Bbaug
He 'poots' forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Bbaug
Near the summit of a dense,
Bbaug
But radiant muffin of his own design.
Aaug
Later he says:
[Bridge]
G#dim7
"Some people... some people like cupcakes
G#dim7
Exclusively, while myself, I say,
G#dim7
There is naught nor ought there be nothing
G#dim7
So exalted on the face of god's grey
G#dim7
Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!"
[Chorus]
F#m B
Girl you thought he was a man,
C#m
But he was a muffin,
F#m B
He hung around till you found,
C#m
That he didn't know nuthin',
F#m B
Girl you thought he was a man,
C#m
But he only was a-puffin',
F#m B
No cries is heard in the night,
C#m
As a result of him stuffin'
[Solo]
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
F#m B C#m
(repeat a lot and fade)
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Frankie Valli
Frankmusik
Franny Glass
Frans