Don't lie, where you been? Your teeth are red, eyes are peppermints out to sea with your new best 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 shoulders, got a babe on the way You shrug it off with a jackass 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 don't come home Whoa, oh, oh no The says beware, he swears we're going to hell We may be donkeys but at we have a tale to tell
start with the slap on the wrist I don't need no cease and I ain't fooling around and it no sin So you best be stepping those ugly ultimatums
And never you mind what your old maid There ain't nothing to complain so long as you're bread She's got a way of getting under skin She plants a little seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she
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 take a little nibble, you got to lick the
I pushed off, I'm sailing away and I ain't back Can't you see me this way this just might be my greatest mistake Though when the future turns away for the present's My was born of pleasure but it sure 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 sooner than say, I'm wrong Yeah, I'll be bucking around 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 her Bible, she swears we're going to hell And papa just chills, he to come here as well We may be but at least we have a tale to tell