Don't lie, where have you Your teeth are red, eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea 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 on your shoulders, got a babe on the way You shrug it off a jackass grin Thinking as soon as you clean up you're gonna do it again, he
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 have a tale to
Don't start the slap on the wrist I don't no cease and desist I fooling around and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping back those ultimatums
And you mind what your old maid says There ain't nothing to complain so long as earning bread got a way of getting under your skin She plants a seed 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 take a little nibble, you got to the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing and I ain't looking back Can't have you see me this way this might be my greatest mistake Though when the future turns for the present's presence My life was born of but it sure wasn't pleasant, he says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm to Pleasure Island, I ain't never going home Whoa, oh, oh no I'll make an ass out of myself sooner than say, I'm 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 papa just chills, he wants to come as well We may be donkeys but at least we have a to tell