MUTTON It all comes down to selling dreams Semi-detached beyond our means Living up to expectations Downloading fake i.d.s Spoilt for choice in a world of spice Everyone’s searching for paradise Paint a pretty picture Pull that Pepsi face Blessed with personality And a freelance ticket from U.C.D. You’re a bit part extra in a bit part flop A small time player in the world of pop All I want is to spend, spend, spend All I want is to shop till I drop Mutton dressed as lamb Can I take you home to mam? And we can talk about the weather And your tax-free wonderland (repeat) It all comes down to baby Jean D.N.A. and bachelor beans Blue eyed pearls and silver screens Damsels who caress Holding hands on a Saturday night Whipping cream for my angel delight She paints a pretty picture She holds my Pepsi tight All I want is to spend, spend, spend All I want is to shop till I drop Mutton dressed as lamb Can I take you home to mam? And we can talk about the weather And your tax-free wonderland Mutton dressed as lamb Can I take you home to mam? And we can talk about the weather And your fat free funderland (fill in – shalalala) All I want is to spend, spend, spend All I want is to shop till I drop Mutton dressed as lamb Can I take you home to mam? And we can talk about the weather And your fat-free funderland Everyone’s searching for paradise (x4) Except me To return to Whipping Boy / Third Album's Lyrics Index, click here.