The Ice Cream Man
Before I started school; and after
During the Texas hot summer time
When I heard that jingle playing
I only had ice cream on my mind
Run home in hopes of a dime or two
I hear him coming; don’t dare be slow
I’ll be there at the curb when he stops
A “dream cycle” please, before you go
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