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Ain't like the windy city
Where the station-wagon
Where the wild dogs the fences
And the horsemen, fences
Where the flatlands become
And the collide
I'm sitting 'neath the mango
a tide
Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are just
But it's too risky to
Sittin' on the with Andrea
Draggin' the for big red
Everyone looks better a suntan
to get you into bed

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, deliver the post
You know the is a ghost

Lee Marlin went for a marvin
While we were for a line at the pub
Hey, and still the black man's
No nobody wants a job
over homestead
Stirring all the blades at night
They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer
pistols all packed
And their badges so

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, deliver the post
You know the is a ghost

Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are insane
But it's too risky to
Andrea's been me a towel down
Standing on a palm beach
If 'n'those keep a doin' that thing
I can't wait for year
I'm gonna come for more

Daughters of the northern
Sons of beaches, don't deliver the
You know the post is a