I am waiting for the Good Humor Man

to come driving his white truck down my street again

and the neighborhood kids doing skids on their bicycles

over and over again

We were all out of school, just trying to be cool

catch a ride to the Y and go pee in the pool

waiting for the good humor man,

waiting for the good humor man.

I am waiting for the good humor man

with his rock and roll haircut and his lazy girlfriend

selling rockets on a stick and clicking out his change

as if nothing could change

And at night on the tube

they would walk on the moon

and nobody cared how much money we blew

waiting for the good humor man,

waiting for the good humor man.

Oh now.... Alright....

They'd sing yeah yeah yeah...

I am waiting for the good humor man

in the dog days of summer when the cellar teams win

and some go off to war

and the rest burn down the store

and the dream grows dim....

But he's ringing his bell

and the kitchen doors slam

and the kids all turn out with their

quarters in their hands

waiting for the good humor man,

waiting for the good humor man.

I am waiting oh I am waiting

for the good humor man.

Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld Hydrogen Jukebox Music