Don't lie, have you been? Your teeth are red, your are peppermints out to sea with your new best friend You don't like the way you so you play pretend
But isn't it time you act age? You got a mortgage on 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 Pleasure Island, I don't wanna come Whoa, oh, oh no The reverend beware, he swears we're going to hell We may be but at least we have a tale to tell
Don't with 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 back ugly ultimatums
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 a little seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she says
Whoa, oh, oh no If you're going to Pleasure Island, you can never 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 back Can't have you see me this way this just might be my mistake Though the future turns away for the present's presence My was born of pleasure but it sure wasn't pleasant, he says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Island, I ain't never going home 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 Island, I ain't coming back home Whoa, oh, oh no And mama's stuffing her Bible, she swears going to hell And papa chills, he wants to come here as well We may be donkeys but at least we have a to tell