The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a 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 pain of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song

Coffee is strong at the Café du Monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
But 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 that 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 a farmer knows the pain of his pick-up truck rustin'
Strange situation, wild occupation
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 wanna be

And the wino and I know the joys of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake in motion
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song

Yes, it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett