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.