Don't lie, where have you teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea with your new friend You don't like the way you 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 reverend says beware, he swears going to hell We may be donkeys but at we have a tale to tell
Don't start the slap on the wrist I don't need no cease and I ain't around and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping those ugly ultimatums
And never you mind what old maid says There nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting your skin She plants a little of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she says
Whoa, oh, oh no If going to Pleasure Island, you can never come home Whoa, oh, oh no The with you, kid, you can't say no You take a little nibble, you got to lick the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing away and I ain't back have you see me this way this just might be my greatest mistake Though when the 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 home Whoa, oh, oh no make 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 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 donkeys but at we have a tale to tell