Ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan   Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow   Walks through the street of the city so neat   City that only he knows      And I've seen him in so many places   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'   It's a strange situation, a wild occupation   Just livin' my life like a song, that could be a song, right      Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde   The 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 pastries, lobsters or love, thank you for yours, brother   I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy   In a world full of pushin' and shove      That's why, the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'   Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'   It's a strange situation, wild occupation   Just livin' my life like a song      Sweet senorita, 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   It's a strange situation, wild occupation   Just livin' my life like a song   Say it's a strange situation, a wild occupation   Just livin' my life like my song