All the peacock people the plumes in a pile look good to a fault And the Gulf water's warm like a Full of lavender and salt
See a bleach blond boy put his board down Help his get her sunscreen on I thought about you in your house Think you're lonely but I be wrong and...
I wanna be bootlegger mix you up something strange Braid your hair a sister Maim you a hurricane
Right there, that's the sleeping in the sand He's got a to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand He's got a to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, he's do it by hand
Now they drive the up and down the beach It's and everybody knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the way stop You get ghosted when the light go
But in a town this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so empty you could make somebody So maybe you, in your four-post bed Fell asleep still the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be your I wanna be common sense pain Wrap your in a picket fence Rebuild after the
Right there, the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a get-well-card to gonna do it by hand He's do it, he's gonna do it He's do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it... by hand
Oh Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't mad, oh there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got a stack now to deliver He's to do it by hand He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it... by hand