Aint nothing like the windy city   Where the station wagon died   Were the wild dogs meet the fences   And the horsemen fences ride   Where the flatlands become flatlands   And the caravans collide   Im just sittin' '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 to 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      =Chorus=   Daughters of the northern coast   Sons of beaches   Wont deliver the post   You know the post is a ghost      Lee Marlin went a lookin for a Marvin   While we were looking for a line at the pub   Hey now, everybody's starvin   No wonder nobody wants a job   Helicopter over homestead   Stirring all the young blades at night   Steppin' out there in the sultry summer evening   Their pistols all packed   And there badges so bright   If those girls keep doin' that thing   I cant wait for next year   I'm gonna come back for more      =Chorus=