Don't lie, where have you Your teeth are red, your are peppermints Sailing out to sea with new best friend You don't the way you live so you play pretend
But isn't it time you act your You got a on your shoulders, got a babe 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 don't wanna home Whoa, oh, oh no The reverend says beware, he swears going to hell We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to
Don't start with the slap on the I need 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 what your old maid ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting under your She plants a little seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she
Whoa, oh, oh no If you're to Pleasure Island, you can never come home Whoa, oh, oh no The problem you, kid, you can't say no You can't take a nibble, you got to lick the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing away and I looking back have you see me this 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 going Whoa, oh, oh no I'll make an ass out of sooner 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 here as We may be donkeys but at we have a tale to tell