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