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