Ain't nothing like the windy city

Where the station-wagon died

Where the wild dogs meet the fences

And the horsemen, fences ride

Where the flatlands become flatlands

And the caravans collide

I'm just sitting 'neath the mango

Running a tide

Took a ride on a bin-train

50 cars or more

They say the heads are just insane

But it's too risky to score

Sittin' on the lawn with Andrea

Draggin' the line for big red

Everyone looks better with a suntan

Easier to get you into bed



Daughters of the northern coast

Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post

You know the post is a ghost



Lee Marlin went lookin' for a marvin

While we were looking for a line at the pub

Hey, and still the black man's starvin'

No wonder nobody wants a job

Helicopter over homestead

Stirring all the young blades at night

They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer evening

Their pistols all packed

And their badges so bright



Daughters of the northern coast

Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post

You know the post is a ghost



Took a ride on a bin-train

50 cars or more

They say the heads are just insane

But it's too risky to score

Andrea's been giving me a towel down

Standing on a palm beach shore

If 'n'those girls keep a doin' that thing

I can't wait for next year

I'm gonna come back for more



Daughters of the northern coast

Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post

You know the post is a ghost