Don't lie, where have you been? Your teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints Sailing out to sea with your new best friend You don't like the way you live so you play pretend But isn't it time you act your age? You got a mortgage on your shoulder, got a babe on the way You shrug it off with a jackass grin Thinking once you clean up you're going to do it again He says
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I don't want to come home Whoa, oh, oh no The reverend says beware, he swears we're going to hell We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell
Don't start with the slap on the wrist I don't need no cease and desist I ain't fooling around and it ain't no sin So you best be stepping back because ugly ultimatums And never you mind what your old maid says There ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread She's got a way of getting under your skin She plants a little seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms She says
Whoa, oh, oh no You're going to Pleasure Island, you can never come home Whoa, oh, oh no The problem with you, kid, is you can't say no You can't take a little nibble, you got to lick the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing away And I ain't looking back I can't look at that face This just might be my greatest mistake So when the future turns away for the present's presence My life 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 home Whoa, oh, oh no I'll make an ass out of myself before I say I'm broke Yeah, I'll soon be bucking around in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't never going home Whoa, oh, oh no The reverend says beware, he swears we're going to hell The sheriff says be careful, they're going to throw us in jailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
