Daughters Of The Northern Coast Lyrics - Singles - Australian Crawl

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 flatlands become flatlands 

And the caravans collide 

I'm just sitting '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 better with a suntan 

Easier to get you into bed 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

20 Classic Christmas Lyrics to Celebrate The Holiday Season 

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 a marvin 

While we were looking for a line at the pub 

Hey, and still the black man's starvin' 

No wonder nobody wants a job 

Helicopter over homestead 

Stirring 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 is a ghost 

Photos 

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 

Andrea's been giving me a towel down 

Standing on a palm beach shore 

If 'n'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