Don't lie, where you been? Your teeth are red, your eyes are Sailing out to sea 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 your shoulders, got a on the way You shrug it off with a jackass Thinking as soon as you 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 we're to hell We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to
Don't start the slap on the wrist I don't need no and desist I ain't fooling around and it no sin So you best be back those ugly ultimatums
And you mind what your old maid says There ain't nothing to so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting under your She plants a little seed of doubt, the blossoms, she says
Whoa, oh, oh no If you're going to Pleasure Island, you can come home Whoa, oh, oh no The with 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 away and I looking back Can't have you see me this way just might be my greatest 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 myself sooner say, I'm wrong Yeah, soon be bucking around 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 stuffing her Bible, she we're going to hell And just chills, he wants to come here as well We may be donkeys but at least we a tale to tell