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 Music