Ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
Walks through the street of the city so neat
City that only he knows
And I've seen him in so many places
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 pain of street singin'
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song, that could be a song, right
Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
The donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastries, lobsters or love, thank you for yours, brother
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shove
That's why, the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' 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 joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
Say it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like my song