If coke is a mystery

and michael jackson... history

and 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 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 maybe 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 palce

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 of 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

then will there be no time of sorrow

then will there be no time for pain

then will there be no time of sorrow

then will there be no time for shame