Feeling funny, I was running out of money
I was feeling like a sheep in a zoo
That's not so strange, that's the way it's been arranged
To maximise the spending you do
Then I found you
Then I found you
If you want some custard or a little jar of mustard
Then a supermarket isn't for you
Your eyes are popping at the seven bags of shopping
And the three's for the prices of two
You drive for miles and you're running out of smiles
And the petrol's running out of your tank
Queue up for parking and the dog inside you's barking
At the money running out of your bank
Then I found you
Then I found you
Then I found you
Yeah I found you
You're driving miles while they're moving all the aisles
So when you get there you can't find what you need
Shop on the corner may be choc-a-bloc and smaller
But it satisfies the boundaries of greed
We're being conned by the shopping magic wand
And we don't know if we're coming or going
Smoke a joint what's the fuckin' bonus point
When you think about the money you're owing
But I found you
Yeah I found you
Now I've found you
Yeah I found you