Don't lie, where you been? Your teeth are red, your are peppermints Sailing out to sea your new best friend You don't like the way you live so you pretend
But isn't it time you act your You got a mortgage on shoulders, got a babe on the way You shrug it off a jackass grin Thinking as soon as you clean up you're gonna do it again, he
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm to Pleasure Island, I don't wanna come home Whoa, oh, oh no The reverend says beware, he swears we're to hell We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to
Don't start with the on the wrist I don't need no cease and I ain't fooling and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping back ugly ultimatums
And never you mind your old maid says There ain't to complain so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting under skin 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 come Whoa, oh, oh no The problem you, kid, you can't say no You can't take a little nibble, you got to the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing and I ain't looking back Can't have you see me this way this might be my greatest mistake Though when the future turns for the present's presence My life was born of pleasure but it sure wasn't pleasant, he
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 myself sooner than say, I'm Yeah, I'll soon be bucking in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't coming back Whoa, oh, oh no And mama's stuffing her Bible, she swears we're going to And papa just chills, he wants to come as well We may be donkeys but at least we have a to tell