Playboy Mansion

If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson, History

If beauty is truth and surgery, the fountain of youth

What am I to do? Have I got the gift to get me through

The gates of that mansion?



If OJ is more than a drink and a Big Mac bigger than you think

And perfume is an obsession and talk shows, confession

What have we got to lose? Another push and we'll be through

The gates of that mansion?



I never bought a Lotto ticket, I never parked in anyone's space

The banks feel like cathedrals, I guess casinos took their place

Love, come on down

Don't wake her, she'll come around



Chance is a kind of religion, where you're damned for plain hard luck

I never did see that movie, I never did read that book

But love, come on down

And let my numbers come around



Don't know if I can hold on

Don't know if I'm that strong

Don't know if I can wait that long

'Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on



Then will there be no time for sorrow

Then will there be no time for shame

And though I can't say why

I know I've got to believe



We'll go driving in that pool

It's who you know that gets you through

The gates of the Playboy mansion

But they don't mention, the pain to reach



Then will there be no time for sorrow

Then will there be no time for shame

Then will there be no time for sorrow

Then will there be no time for shame