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Ain't nothing the windy city
the station-wagon died
Where the wild dogs the fences
And the horsemen, fences
the flatlands become flatlands
And the caravans
I'm sitting 'neath the mango
Running a
a ride on a bin-train
50 or more
say the heads are just insane
But too risky to score
Sittin' on the lawn with
Draggin' the for big red
looks better with a suntan
Easier to get you bed

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

Lee went lookin' for a marvin
we were looking for a line at the pub
Hey, and still the black starvin'
No wonder wants a job
Helicopter over
Stirring all the blades at night
They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer
Their pistols all
And their so bright

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

Took a on a bin-train
50 or more
say the heads are just 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 back for

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