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