If Coke is a mystery 

And 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 we 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, 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

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