She will kiss you til 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 stay... Cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Does it matter that our anger Couldn't even reach the bottom of a bath tub 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 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 She will kiss you til your lips bleed But she will not take her dress off Americana, tropicana Americana, tropicana Americana, tropicana