America's Cup

Once again I'm slipping into my feminine ways

Pump creatine and skip leg day

Jump as four titans emerge form underground

Debating would you rather be burnt 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

Pescatores and bikies

Before the America's Cup

Never heard of methadone

Never called the shelter home

Never went to bed alone

Alan was a rolling stone

Once again I'm slipping up to my hominid gait

Kiss soil crack vertebrate

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

Pescatores and bikies

Before the America's Cup

Never heard of methadone

Never called the shelter home

Never went to bed alone

Alan was a rolling stone

Tip-toe, going on some gospel

Oh oh, sea air, join a ship in Minsk

The way I see it, don't care in Tex

Ocean Network Express

Before the America's Cup

It was sailors and junkies

Pescatores and bikies

Before the America's Cup

Never heard of methadone

Never called the shelter home

Before the America's Cup

It was sailors and junkies

Pescatores and bikies

Before the America's Cup

Never heard of methadone

Never called the shelter home

Before the America's Cup

It was sailors and junkies

Pescatores and bikies