Jimmy buffett
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.