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 gifts 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

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

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

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.

Then will there be no time for sorrow

Then will there be no time for shame

Then will there be now time for shame

Then will there be now time for pain