Your Own Cone Lyrics

The ice cream vendor is willing to surrender

His heart was never made of stone

He scoops a triple fudge ripple for the welfare cripple

As he's driving through the twilight zone

He's got a piece of candy for a girl named Andie

And a wife and three kids waiting at home

When his truck starts to jingle like old Kris Kringle

Grab your loose change and throw him a bone

Cause you can have it in your own cone

You don't have to be alone

You can have it in your own cone

Ice cream like you've never known

Try to remember these words

When it seems like life is for the birds

And you're staring at a silent telephone

No matter what you're dreaming of

It's raining sugar from above

And you can have it in your own cone

I've been down to the mountain and up through the gutter

Crying through the midnight sun

Frostbite in August and a closet full of sawdust

Feeling like I'm the only one

At the cocktail dinner who would never be a winner

Wanting out so bad I couldn't even run

Until I looked at the band and the ice cream man

Was using Popsicle sticks on the drums

Cause you can have it in your own cone

You don't have to be alone

You can have it in your own cone

Ice cream like you've never known

Try to remember these words

When it seems like life is for the birds

And you're staring at a silent telephone

No matter what you're dreaming of

It's raining sugar from above

And you can have it in your own cone