Do you know the Ice Cream Man?
The Ice Cream Man?
The Ice Cream Man!
Do you know the Ice Cream Man
On Culver City’s lanes?

Yes, I know the Ice Cream Man,
The Ice Cream Man,
The Ice Cream Man.
Yes, I know the Ice Cream Man:
He’s friendly, kind, and plain.

He sells us cones and rocket pops,
He chimes his bell and never stops,
He smiles at kids and mops his brow—
But where, oh where can he be now?

Do you know the ICE patrols?
The ICE patrols?
The ICE patrols!
Do you know that ICE patrols
prowled Culver City’s lanes?

Oh yes, I know the ICE patrols,
The ICE patrols,
The ICE patrols.
With badges, boots, and hearts of coal,
They took our friend away.

So now we miss the Ice Cream Man,
The Ice Cream Man,
The Ice Cream Man.
No more treats from his old cart—
Just silence on the lane.

But hey, at least the law was served,
And justice done (or so they say),
For nothing says “safe neighborhood”
Like chasing joy away.