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.