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 your jackass grin thinking as soon as 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 those 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 can t have you seeing me this way this just might be my greatest mistake throwing the future tense away for the present s presence my life was but a pleasure but it sure was 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 sooner than say i m wrong yeah i d sooner be bucking around in the mud whoa oh oh no i m going to pleasure island i ain t coming back home whoa oh oh no and mama s thumping her bible she swears we re going to hell and papa s just jealous he wants to come here as well we may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell