𝐼𝒸𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝑒

Well, I’m a-sittin’ in the sand with the Harmonic Guild Tryin’ to keep our vocal chords all nice and chilled We’re workin’ on a chord, tryin’ to find the key But there’s a sight on the boardwalk that’s distractin’ me Look out boys! Astrid’s eatin’ another Ice Cream Cone! Yeah, she’s got a triple scoop, and she’s eatin’ it all alone. Ice Cream Cone, Ice Cream Cone We’re tryin’ to sing but we’re just lookin’ at that Ice Cream Cone It’s drippin’ on her hand, it’s drippin’ on her toes How she keeps it from meltin’, heaven only knows Ice Cream Cone, Ice Cream Cone We’re losin’ our rhythm, we’re losin’ our tone Just watchin’ Astrid with that Ice Cream Cone. Well, the bass player’s sweatin’, he’s lost his place The tenor’s got a look of hunger on his face We tried to look away, tried to focus on the sea But that waffle-cone crunch is ringin’ out in harmony Look out boys! She’s goin’ for the cherry on top! If she drops that scoop, the whole band’s gonna stop! We’ve got songs about summer, we’ve got songs about the heat But none of them compare to that frozen, sugary treat We’re supposed to be professional, we’re supposed to be refined But that strawberry swirl has completely blown our mind! Yeah, we’re packin’ up the gear, we’re headin’ to the stand Maybe if we’re lucky, she’ll share with the band! Ice Cream Cone! (Yeah, it’s a masterpiece of composition) Ice Cream Cone! (Don’t let it hit the floor!) Ice Cream Cone!