The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet
To a 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 pain of street singin'
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song
The coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
The donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat till I eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastry, lobster or love
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shovin
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
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 joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
Yes its a strange situation, wild occupation
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