Here it comes

Here it comes

Here it comes again

The ice cream truck

People flyin out the doors, runnin up the street

They really love that music...

It's just my luck

Baby! Baby! Come here quick

The melody's about to make me sick

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

(They can't get enough of it)

Brother Jimmy

Cousin Ray

Mom and Dad on bass & drums...

someone here's just gotta quit

Baby! Baby! Come here quick

The melody's about to make me sick

Baby! Baby! Shut that door

I don't think I can stand anymore

It's not the sugar

It's not the th-ticky sludge

If people wanna eat that stuff I don't hold a grudge

It's that music

There's too much of it

I wish someone just had the guts to quit

Baby! Baby! Come here quick

The melody's about to make me sick

Baby! Baby! Shut that door

I don't think I can stand anymore