Lyrics: Sailor Song

She will kiss you till your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana, Tropicana
All the sailor boys have demons
They sing, "Oh, Kentucky, why did you forsake me?
"If I was meant to sail the sea, why did you make me?
"It should have been another state"
Oh, state...

Cos Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch

Does it matter that our anchor couldn't even reach the bottom of a bathtub?
And the sails reflect the moon, it's such a strange job
Playing blackjack on the deck
Still, atop this giant puddle
Dressed in white, we quietly huddled with our missiles
And we missed the girls back home
Oh, home sweet home...

Cos Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch
Mary Ann's a bitch

She will kiss you till your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana, Tropicana
Americana, Tropicana
Americana, Americana