I am waiting for the Good Humor Man
to come driving his white truck down my street again
and the neighborhood kids doing skids on their bicycles
over and over again
We were all out of school, just trying to be cool
catch a ride to the Y and go pee in the pool
waiting for the good humor man,
waiting for the good humor man.
I am waiting for the good humor man
with his rock and roll haircut and his lazy girlfriend
selling rockets on a stick and clicking out his change
as if nothing could change
And at night on the tube
they would walk on the moon
and nobody cared how much money we blew
waiting for the good humor man,
waiting for the good humor man.
Oh now.... Alright....
They'd sing yeah yeah yeah...
I am waiting for the good humor man
in the dog days of summer when the cellar teams win
and some go off to war
and the rest burn down the store
and the dream grows dim....
But he's ringing his bell
and the kitchen doors slam
and the kids all turn out with their
quarters in their hands
waiting for the good humor man,
waiting for the good humor man.
I am waiting oh I am waiting
for the good humor man.
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld Hydrogen Jukebox Mus