IT'S THE ICE CREAM MAN

Have you seen his kind
Driving through the streets at times
Weather's hot as Hell
Drives to the tune, attracts all

As he passes by
Children stop and turn their heads
What kind would you like?
Why should I even care?

His van had broke down
Next to all the baseball fields
He gives popsicles
To us kids, so nice and kind

Our parents hate him
'Cause he's ripping us off
Planning our vengeance
Popsicles are not cold

Now the time is near
For Ice Cream Man to sense fear
Us kids in 3rd grade
Filpped his van over today

All of us beat him
While we burned his hair
Showing our hatred
Will he get his revenge?

Ice cream he has made
Waffle cones were full of lead
Running as fast as they can
Ice Cream Man comes again