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 anchor 
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