Sailor Song

She will kiss 'til your lip bleeds 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? Should've been another state Oh state.. 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch [x5]" Does it matter that our anchors Couldn't even reach the bottom Of a bath tub? And the sails reflect the moon It's such a strange job Playing Black Jack on the deck Still, atop this giant bottle dressed in white We quietly huddle with our missiles And we miss the girls back home Oh home sweet home 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch [x5] She will kiss until your lip bleeds But she will not take her dress off Americana, tropicana Americana, tropicana Americana, americana