Daughters of the Northern Coast (Remastered)

Ain't nothin' 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

Runnin' a tide

Took a ride on a bin train

Fifty cars or more

They say the head's just insane

But it's too risky to score

Sittin' on the lawn with Andrea

Draggin' the line for big red

And 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, no

You know the post is a ghost

Lee Marlin went lookin' for a Marvin

While we were lookin' for a line at the pub

Hey, and still, the Black man's starvin'

No wonder nobody wants a job

Helicopter over homestead

Stirrin' 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, post is a ghost

Took a ride on a bin train

Fifty cars or more

They say the head's just insane

But it's too risky to score

And Andrea's been givin' me a towel down

Standin' on a Palm Beach shore

If 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

Daughters of the northern coast

Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post

You know the post, post is a ghost

Daughters of the northern coast

Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post