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 jail      We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell