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

If 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

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

'Til 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 diving in that pool

It's who you know that gets you through

The gates of the Playboy mansion

The Playboy mansion

The Playboy mansion



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