The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet To a 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 pain of street singin' Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin' Strange situation, wild occupation Livin' my life like a song Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde 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 pastry or lobster or love I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy In a world full of pushin' and shove And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin' Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin' Strange situation, wild occupation Livin' my life like a song Sweet señorita 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 Strange situation, wild occupation Livin' my life like a song Yes, it's a strange situation, a wild occupation Livin' my life like a song