[Verse 1: Cucho Bandito]
Maryann: she an indie chick
Girl belongs in a fifties flick
I spit game in two words, she kicks back in sentences
We kick back at her crib
Call her mine she deserve it
It's her room we nervous
Waiting on me to give her tips
One, specifically
No love drug is fixing me
We a quick mix, scratch and kiss
Grand-master Flash paternity
Constantly worrying. About where is she
And who she with, and who taught this girl how to kiss
f**, I just need to chill out. But, I feel like Millhouse
My words they just spill out
Closer to homer
Hit a home run, than condone her
To run home, in rain water
She offered to talk to her father
So we could roll steady hearts so spaghetti
She's my dream f** Freddy
She ready to let me get into her pantries
And taste all her goodies
Jesse to my Woody
She wants it to move fast
But I want it to last
[Hook: Bourbon Mountain]
Lightning blue, you're so pretty
Riding 'round in my city
What? What? What?
Lightning blue, you're so pretty
Riding 'round in my city
What? What?
Maryann, Maryann, Maryann, Mary-
Lightning blue, you're so pretty
Riding 'round in my city
Maryann...
[Verse 2: Cucho Bandito]
Mountain top I'm a word smith
Downing shots with bourbon
You know you Nerd Heard of him
Party start we swerving in
Now we look so drunk, get brave taking Soma
Give girls Strokes, we roll up
In light years, our bowls stuffed
But buzz cuts, ain't f**ing tough
Man, f** you I don't cuss enough
On the cusp of growing up
I sure she hope she showing up:
To see her, and be heard
And weed hurts my features
T-shirts reek weak herb
I'd rather speak to her
Maryann, not Mary Jane
My spidey sense falls out of place
She catch me on the way to cla**
I catch her looking f**ing great
All the time, she's all of mine
She fits me like this column rhymes
Wanted me to say Columbine
Her drop dead legs fall onto mine
Before her I was okay
Maryanns my Mono-noke
[Hook]