She will kiss 'til your lip bleeds
 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 another state
 Oh state..
 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch
 Mary Anne's a bitch [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 Black Jack on the deck
 Still, atop this giant bottle 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 [x5]
 
 She will kiss until your lip bleeds
 But she will not take her dress off
 Americana, tropicana
 Americana, tropicana
 Americana, americana