Don't lie, have you been? Your teeth are red, your are peppermints Sailing out to sea your new best friend You like the way you live 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 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 says beware, he we're going to hell We may be donkeys but at least we a tale to tell
Don't start with the on the wrist I don't need no cease and I fooling around and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping back those ugly
And you mind what your old maid says ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting under your She plants a little 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 with you, kid, you say no You take a little nibble, you got to lick the bowl
I pushed off, I'm away and I ain't looking back Can't have you see me way this just might be my greatest mistake Though when the future 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 Pleasure Island, I ain't never going Whoa, oh, oh no I'll make an ass out of sooner than say, I'm wrong Yeah, I'll be bucking 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 we're going to And papa just chills, he wants to here as well We may be donkeys but at we have a tale to tell