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