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 flatland's become flatlands
And the caravans collide
I'm 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 too risky to score
Sittin' on the lawn with andrea
Draggin' the line for big red
Everyone looks beeter with a suntan
Easier to get into bed
Chorus
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 marvin
While we were looking for a line at the pub
Hey now, everybody's starvin'
No wonder nobody wants a job
Stirring all the hung blades at night
They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer evening
Their pistols all packed
And their badges so bright
Chorus
Took a ride on a bin train
50 cars or more
They say their heads are just insane
But it's too risky to score
If those girls can keep doin' that thing
I can't wait for next year
I'm gonna come back for more
Chorus
