Ice Cream Man
Hot summer days i remember most
running, swimming, playing
Shoulders burnt like toast
The sweet melody playing from down the street
Id run so fast, hearing the pavement beneath my feet
Strawberry, vanilla chocolate and more
Nuts, sprinkles and sweets galore!
id count my change i collected all spring
i layed it on the counter and start so sing
"Ice cream! Ice cream" i would shout
Id take a bite and have no doubt
The best memories were those years
I was young, happy and had no fears.
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