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, a Big Mac bigger than you think

If perfume is an Obsession, then talk shows confession

What have we got to lose?

I'll never push my way through

The gates of that mansion



I never bought a Lotto ticket

I never parked in anyone's space

And the banks feel like cathedrals because casinos took their place

Luck, come on down

I wake up, she'll come around



Sex is a kind of religion

We're down for playin' hard luck

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

Luck, 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

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 diving in their pool

It's who you know that gets you through

The gates in the Playboy Mansion

The Playboy Mansion

In the Playboy Mansion

Then will there be no time for sorrow?

Then will there be no time for shame?