Australian Crawl

Aint 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
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 its 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
Daughters of the northern coast
Sons of beaches, dont 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, everybodys starvin
No wonder nobody wants a job
Stirring all the hung blades at night
Theyre steppin out there in the sultry summer evening
Their pistols all packed
And their badges so bright
Took a ride on a bin train
50 cars or more
They say their heads are just insane
But its too risky to score
If those girls can keep doin that thing
I cant wait for next year
Im gonna come back for more
[ Daughters Of The Northern Coast Lyrics ]