The Playboy Mansion

If Coke is a mystery, Micheal 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 O.J. 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, they're like cathedrals

I guess casinos took their place

Love "come on down"

I'll 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

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 Playboy Mansion

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