Daughters Of The Northern Coast

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



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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



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