歌曲名 Ice-Cream Man

歌手名 Julie Covington

作曲：Atkin/James

This afternoon the ice-cream man

Has driven his magnetic van

From Angkor Wat or Isfahan

To park down by the meadows

The captain of a pirate ship

He struggles hard to keep his grip

With cannonades of strawb'ry whip

Delivered through the windows

A British Bedford Dormobile

Done over pink for eye appeal

With rainbow discs on every wheel

It makes a magic wagon

A mass of metal glorified

Sesame thrown open wide

And this amazing man inside

Fantastic as a dragon

It must be standing on tiptoe

And reaching up to trade your dough

For scoops of Technicolor snow

That makes the man look royal

To me he looks a normal bloke

With a second line in lukewarm Coke

Busting for a decent smoke

To break the round of toil

I guess I've got a jaundiced eye

The children never spot the lie

They're queueing up and reaching high

For something that tastes lovely

Neapolitan wafers make the day

The king is in his castle gay

And they're behind him all the way

Below me they're above me

Who'd guess from how they make a meal

With darting tongue and teeth of steel

From a mess of frigid cochineal

That they were born to sorrow

Gone to dust the age of kings

Lost the taste for simple things

If only time would give me wings

I'd double back tomorrow