I know I'm weird on this, but lyrics don't matter to me much, but titles sometimes do. I love the epic-ness and majesty of titles like "Stairway to Heaven", and "Achilles Last Stand", and "Diary of a Madman", and "Runnin' With The Devil". I mean, in the metaphorical sense, who didn't want to be on that bandwagon? Devil may care, gimme another bottle of Jack, lose the shoes, keep the stockings...
For some reason, "Up For Breakfast" bugs the shit out of me. Love the music, but the lyric ruins it for me. "Put your cream on my bananas"? Wha? And interestingly, that's the SECOND song ruined by "breakfast". Deep Purple, Slaves and Masters. Now, I actually LOVE Joe Lynn Turner (Bent Out Of Shape is one of my favorite albums of all time, and "Fire Dance" is one of my favorite Blackmore tunes ever) and so when he joined Purple it was a good idea from my perspective. "King of Dreams" delivered on that. BUT... then you get the amazing musicality and absolute horrid lyrics of "Breakfast In Bed". Embarrassing.
And the funny thing? I LOVE me some breakfast. Two eggs over medium, hashed potatoes, corned beef hash, wheat toast, coffee... best non-sexual start to a day you can ever have (and better than a couple of the sexual ones I've had if I'm being honest).