Sailor Song
She will kiss until her 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
Should've been with the state
Oh state...
Cause Marianne's a b***h
Marianne's a b***h 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 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 Marianne's a b***h
Marianne's a b***h x5
She will kiss until her lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana, tropicana
Americana, tropicana
Americana, americana