Lyrics:

The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan, He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow; Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet, To the rhythm that only he knows. And I've seen him in so many places, I saw him the night I was born; In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar From an old man so tattered and torn. And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin' Like the door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin' It's a strange situation, a wild occupation, Living my life like a song. Well the coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde, And the donuts are too hot to touch; But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much. Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me, Be they pastries or lobsters or love; I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy, In a world full of pushin' and shove. And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin', Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up truck rustin'. It's a strange situation, a wild occupation, Living my life like a song. Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me? Back to the island, honey, back to the sea; Back to the only place that I want to be. And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean, Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake in motion. It's a strange situation, a wild occupation, Living my life like a song.