I’m your ice cream man
I’m your ice cream man
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-baby
Ah my, my, my
All my flavors are guaranteed to satis-fy
(Oww!)
Diamonds on my wrist, so he call me ice cream
You could double dip 'cause I know you like me
Ice cream, chillin’, chillin’
Ice cream, chillin’
Ice cream, chillin’, chillin’
Ice cream, chillin’
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the queen of the land.
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band.
-“BB”-
Black velvet and that little boy’s smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Chicago Green, talkin’ 'bout Red Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release (come on)
Black Nepalese, it got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it’s hard to believe
Thirty days in the hole
In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
With the forces of the law
A hot summer night fell like a net
I’ve gotta find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
And turn my blue heart to red
Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news
I got a bad case of lovin’ you
No pill’s gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin’ you
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Beware the limping cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Still ripe and fully bloomed
A rose that’s not from anywhere
That you would know or i would care
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
I’m invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos but she’s never on her own
I said I’ll see you later and give her some old chat
But it’s not like that on the TV when it’s cool for cats
It’s cool for cats (cool for cats)
Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies cat
I’m a feline Casanova, hey man that’s that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Top Cat!
The indisputable leader of the gang.
He’s the boss, he’s a VIP, he’s a championship.
He’s the most tip top,
Top Cat.
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
Well, my mind is going through them changes
I feel just like committing a crime
Every time you see me goin’ somewhere
I know I’m goin’ outta my mind, yeah
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon you’re gonna get alittle older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time…
It’s those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane
The world won’t get no better
If we just let it be
The world won’t get no better
We gotta change it yeah,
Just you and me
I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you
Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world