Don't lie, where have you Your are red, your eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea with your new friend You like the way you live so you play pretend
But it time you act your age? You got a on your shoulders, got a babe on the way You shrug it off a jackass grin Thinking as as you clean up you're gonna do it again, he says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Island, I don't wanna come home Whoa, oh, oh no The says beware, he swears we're going to hell We may be donkeys but at least we a tale to tell
Don't start the slap on the wrist I need no cease and desist I ain't fooling and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping those ugly ultimatums
And never you mind your old maid says ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of under your skin She plants a seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she says
Whoa, oh, oh no If you're going to Pleasure Island, you can come home Whoa, oh, oh no The with you, kid, you can't say no You can't take a nibble, you got to lick the bowl
I off, I'm sailing away and I ain't looking back Can't have you see me way this just might be my greatest mistake Though when the future turns away for the presence My was born of pleasure but it sure wasn't pleasant, he says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't never home Whoa, oh, oh no I'll an ass out of myself sooner than say, I'm wrong Yeah, I'll soon be around in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't coming back Whoa, oh, oh no And mama's stuffing her Bible, she swears we're going to And papa just chills, he wants to here as well We may be donkeys but at least we have a to tell