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
Yes, It’s a strange situation, a wild occupation
Living my life like a song