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
