All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile They look good to a fault And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long board down Help his girl get her sunscreen on I thought about you in your little house Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be your bootlegger Wanna mix you up something strange Braid your hair like a sister Maim you like a hurricane
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got a get-well-card to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and down the beach It's ridiculous and everybody knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop You get ghosted when the light says go
But in a town like this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so empty you could make somebody dream So maybe it's you, in your four-post bed Fell asleep with still the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be your happiness I wanna be your common sense pain Wrap your head in a picket fence Rebuild after the hurricane
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got a get-well-card to deliver He's gonna do it by hand He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand
Oh Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got a head stack now to deliver He's wants to do it by hand He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
