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