Don't lie, have you been? Your are red, your eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea with your new friend You don't like the way you live so you pretend
But isn't it time you act age? You got a mortgage on your shoulders, got a on the way You it off with a jackass 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 wanna come 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 don't need no cease and I ain't fooling around and it no sin So you be stepping back those ugly ultimatums
And never you mind what your old maid There ain't nothing to complain so as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting under 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 can't a little 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 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 never going home Whoa, oh, oh no I'll make an ass out of myself sooner than say, I'm Yeah, I'll be bucking around in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't coming back Whoa, oh, oh no And stuffing her Bible, she swears we're going to hell And just chills, he wants to come here as well We may be donkeys but at least we have a to tell