(Verse 1) Yo, let me tell you 'bout a legend, a baking pro, The Muffin Man, yeah, he's the star of the show, He lives on Dirty Lane, where the streets ain't clean, But his muffins are fresh, like you've never seen. (Chorus) Muffin Man, Muffin Man, on Dury Lane, Baking up a storm, never mundane, With his oven hot and his mixing bowl, He's got the magic touch, straight from his soul. (Verse 2) In a rundown kitchen, he works his magic, With flour and sugar, he's never tragic, From morning 'til night, he's on a mission, To spread joy and love, with his baked rendition. (Chorus) Muffin Man, Muffin Man, on Dury Lane, Baking up a storm, never mundane, With his oven hot and his mixing bowl, He's got the magic touch, straight from his soul. (Bridge) On dury Lane, where dreams may fade, The Muffin Man's creations never decayed, His muffins unite the community, Bringing smiles to faces, that's his legacy. (Verse 3) So if you're ever down, feeling low, Just head to Dirty Lane, let the Muffin Man show, With a warm muffin in hand, troubles fade away, Thanks to the Muffin Man, brightening our day. (Chorus) Muffin Man, Muffin Man, on Dury Lane, Baking up a storm, never mundane, With his oven hot and his mixing bowl, He's got the magic touch, straight from the soul. (Outro) So here's to the Muffin Man, on Duf Lane, With his muffins divine, he'll always reign, In the heart of the city, he's a true king, Muffin Man, Dirty Lane's everything.