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've been another state Oh, stay..." 'Cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch 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 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 Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch She will kiss you till your lip bleeds But she will not take her dress off Americana Tropicana Americana Tropicana Americana Americana