Ice Cream Truck - Pere Ubu

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes again

Here it comes, the ice cream truck

People flyin' out their doors, runnin' up the street

They really love that music

Man, it’s just my luck

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Come here quick

The melody’s about to make me sick

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Shut that door

I don’t think I can stand anymore

There’s too much music in the land, you hear it everywhere

Everybody’s in a band, I can’t get enough of it

Brother Jimmy, Cousin Ray

Mom and Dad on bass and drums

Someone here’s just gotta quit

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Come here quick

The melody’s about to make me sick

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Shut that door

I don’t think I can stand anymore

It’s not the sugar

It’s not the sticky sludge

People wanna eat that stuff, I don’t hold a grudge

It’s that music

There’s too much of it

I wish someone had the guts to quit

(Ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka,

ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka,

ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka)

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Come here quick

The melody’s about to make me sick

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Shut that door

I don’t think I can stand anymore

There’s too much music in the land, hear it everywhere

Everybody’s in a band, I can’t get enough of it

Brother Jimmy, Cousin Ray

Mom and Dad on bass and drums

They just can’t help it

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Come here quick

The melody’s about to make me sick

Baby!

Baby!

Baby!

Shut that door

I don’t think I can stand anymore