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 piss-drunk on the stench of fraternity
Haloed by memories of pension 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 cracked vertebrae
I'm cocksure as a man jumping off a cliff
Top heavy hair, cigarette and a quiff
Slunk back drunk to a 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, 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
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