Sailor Song
She will kiss you 'til your lips bleedBut she will not take her dress offAmericana, tropicanaAll the sailor boys have demonsThey sing "Oh Kentucky why did you forsake me?If I was meant to sail the seaWhy did you make me?Should've been another stateOh state..'cause Mary Anne's a bitchMary Anne's a bitch [x5]"
Does it matter that our anchorsCouldn't even reach the bottomOf a bath tub?And the sails reflect the moonIt's such a strange jobPlaying Black Jack on the deckStill, atop this giant bottle dressed in whiteWe quietly huddle with our missilesAnd we miss the girls back homeOh home sweet home'cause Mary Anne's a bitchMary Anne's a bitch [x5]
She will you kiss until your lips bleedBut she will not take her dress offAmericana, tropicanaAmericana, tropicanaAmericana, americana