Don't lie, where you been? teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea your new best friend You like the way you live so you play pretend
But isn't it you act your age? You got a on your 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 wanna come home Whoa, oh, oh no The reverend says beware, he swears going to hell We may be donkeys but at we have a tale to tell
Don't start with the on the wrist I don't need no and desist I fooling around and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping back those ultimatums
And never you what your old maid says There ain't nothing to complain so 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 Island, you can never come home Whoa, oh, oh no The with you, kid, you can't 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 this way this just might be my greatest Though when the future away for the present's presence My life was born of pleasure but it sure pleasant, he says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't never home Whoa, oh, oh no I'll make an ass out of myself sooner say, I'm wrong 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 papa just chills, he wants to here as well We may be donkeys but at least we a tale to tell