the wino and i know

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.