Song.

The WINO and I KNOW

The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,

He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;

Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,

To the rhythm that only he knows.

And I've seen him in so many places,

I 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 pains of street singin'

Like the door-to-door salesman knows

The pains of bell ringin'

It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,

Living my life like a song. 

Well the coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde,

And the donuts are too hot to touch;

But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool, 

I ate 'til I ate way too much.

Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,

Be they pastries or lobsters or love;

I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,

In a world full of pushin' and shove. 

And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',

Like the farmer knows the pain 

Of his pick-up truck rustin'.

It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,

Living 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 joys of the ocean,

Like a boy knows the joys 

Of his milkshake in motion.

It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,

Living my life like a song.

Jimmy Buffett