Mutton Dressed as Lamb

If they served you on a platter

It simply wouldn't matter

Cause I'd be glad to sit and chatter with you

All night – yes, all night.

The stairs are too steep

And we don't need sleep

There's no tryst that either of us must keep

And so it's all right – yes, it's all right

We're just over the hill,

With looks that won't kill,

We can still be silly

Without seed to spill

Because it's all right - yes it's all right.

We can lie awake and ponder

How our hair has grown much blonder,

For our thoughts are apt to wander

Towards midnight,

Towards midnight.

I know you say you think that I'm a dab hand

But I really think that you should understand;

I'll phrase it just as gently as I can,

That we're really only mutton dressed as lamb……..

We might stop and have a natter,

Or watch the raindrops patter,

Or those ring-necked doves that clatter

Through the twilight,

Through the twilight.

We might try communication

And strike up a conversation,

Like two strangers in a station,

Cause it will be all right, oh yes, all right.

Just a small walk leaves us feeling

Quite exhausted, dizzy, reeling,

And in need of care and healing,

But it is all right, yes, it's all right.

We'll just stick to sharing news,

Or to the frank exchange of views,

Then we'll have nothing left to lose

And then we'll be all right, we'll be all right.

You state that I find my glass is half empty.

I say that it's half full and it's safe within my hand,

Though as I watch the amber liquid swirling,

I'm still convinced that we are mutton dressed as lamb………

Oh yeah, we aremutton dressed as lamb.

Mark Langlais

Mark Langlais &The Gastric Band

Mutton Dressed as Lamb