Twenty-five cents for a push up.
In the ice cream van.
Little children wanna suck?
The Ice Cream fucking man!
A cold surprised sugary treat.
Little kids will all indulge.
For a price you cannot beat.
Inside the button fly bulge.
Swimming high, on the top.
The top floor of the building.
Don't ya dare call the cops.
Or they're be a fucking killing.
No one guesses his game.
The kids all come to play.
Left his own kids fucking insane.
In this torturous way.
Evil in disguise.
See through the lies.
Torture of the mind.
Evil in disguise.
Twenty cents ready to serve.
Deep in your pocket.
She is now taking a turn.
For this bomb pop rocket.
He cannot believe this happened.
Oh when the cops came.
All the happy minds laughing.
A small trip to his fame.