Don't lie, where you been? Your teeth are red, eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea with new best friend You don't like the way you live so you play
But isn't it you act your age? You got a mortgage on your shoulders, got a on the way You shrug it off with a grin as soon as you clean up you're gonna do it again, he says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I 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
start with the slap on the wrist I don't no cease and desist I ain't fooling around and it no sin So you best be stepping back those ugly
And never you mind your old maid says There ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning 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 Pleasure Island, you can never come 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 this way this just be my greatest mistake when the future turns away for the present's presence 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 myself than say, I'm wrong Yeah, I'll soon be bucking in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't coming home Whoa, oh, oh no And mama's her Bible, she swears we're going to hell And papa just chills, he wants to come as well We may be but at least we have a tale to tell