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 on 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 pain of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman
Knows the pains of bell ringin'
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song
The coffee is strong at the Cafe du Monde
Sweet sen~orita 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 joy of the ocean