Ice-Cream Man-Julie Covington

[00:12.85]This afternoon the ice-cream man [00:15.38]Has driven his magnetic van [00:17.59]From Angkor Wat or Isfahan [00:20.10]To park down by the meadows [00:25.04]The captain of a pirate ship [00:27.48]He struggles hard to keep his grip [00:29.76]With cannonades of strawb'ry whip [00:32.48]Delivered through the windows [00:36.52] [00:43.52]A British Bedford Dormobile [00:46.12]Done over pink for eye appeal [00:48.28]With rainbow discs on every wheel [00:50.95]It makes a magic wagon [00:55.91]A mass of metal glorified [00:58.10]Sesame thrown open wide [01:00.44]And this amazing man inside [01:02.82]Fantastic as a dragon [01:06.35] [01:13.38]It must be standing on tiptoe [01:16.54]And reaching up to trade your dough [01:18.86]For scoops of Technicolor snow [01:21.41]That makes the man look royal [01:25.97]To me he looks a normal bloke [01:28.09]With a second line in lukewarm Coke [01:31.17]Busting for a decent smoke [01:33.72]To break the round of toil [01:37.16] [01:44.38]I guess I've got a jaundiced eye [01:46.96]The children never spot the lie [01:49.26]They're queueing up and reaching high [01:51.92]For something that tastes lovely [01:55.52]Neapolitan wafers make the day [01:58.60]The king is in his castle gay [02:01.14]And they're behind him all the way [02:03.68]Below me they're above me [02:07.83] [02:13.95]Who'd guess from how they make a meal [02:16.65]With darting tongue and teeth of steel [02:19.36]From a mess of frigid cochineal [02:21.88]That they were born to sorrow [02:26.16]Gone to dust the age of kings [02:29.17]Lost the taste for simple things [02:31.59]If only time would give me wings [02:34.50]I'd double back tomorrow [02:40.65]