America's Cup

Once again I'm slipping into my feminine ways Dump creatine and skip leg day Jump as four titans emerge from underground Debating would you rather be burned or drowned Pump fists drunk on the stench of fraternity Haloed by memories of benching eternity Head polished to a mirror for Athena Goodbye Nana A and stay strong Nana Tina Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Never went to bed alone Alan was a rolling stone Once again, I'm slipping up to my hominid gait Desoil that vertebrae I'm cocksure as a man jumping off a cliff Top heavy head, cigarette and a quiff Slunk back drunk to the den of uncertainty Crying a fantasy of bleeding maternity Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Never went to bed alone Alan was a rolling stone Tip-toe, going on some gospel, oh-oh They'll try and ship in a mask The way I see it, don't care how long it takes Ocean Network Express Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before-