The Playboy Mansion

If Coke is a mystery
And Micheal Jackson, history
If beauty is truth and
Surgery, the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion

If O.J. is more than a drink
And a big mac bigger than we think
If perfume is an obsession
And talk shos, 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, they're like chathedrals
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
Never did read that book
Love come on down
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
Till the colours 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

Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame