From the recording Like a Viking
Creepy Ice Cream Truck - A darkly whimsical story where childhood nostalgia curdles into rumor, fear, and late-night unease.
Lyrics
Rolling slow down Union Street
Tinnie music out of key
Paint is peeling, lights are dim
Why’s it always staring in at me
Bell keeps dinging off the beat
Driver’s silhouette is lean
Swears he’s got “new flavours” in the back
Ones you’ve never even seen
Kids all scatter when they hear that sound
But somehow it keeps circling ’round
It’s the creepy ice cream truck
Rollin’ in with the weirdest luck
Shows up when the sun goes down
Cruising slow through our little town
If you hear that jingle drift through the fog
Close your blinds and lock your dog
Yeah, you know you’re out of luck
With the creepy ice cream truck
Neighbour swears the cones are cursed
Claims he aged a week per lick
Someone else says nah, it’s fine
But he blinked and vanished quick
No one’s sure if it’s real or not
But you get cold sweats on the spot
It’s the creepy ice cream truck
Rollin’ in with the weirdest luck
Shows up when the sun goes down
Cruising slow through our little town
If you hear that jingle drift through the fog
Close your blinds and lock your dog
Yeah, you know you’re out of luck
With the creepy ice cream truck
Maybe it’s haunted, maybe it’s not
Maybe it’s just too many stories we’ve got
But when that melody starts to play
Even bravest folks just walk the other way
It’s the creepy ice cream truck
Rollin’ in with the weirdest luck
Stuttering tune in the moonlit hush
Engine humming like it’s ready to gush
If you hear that jingle drift through the fog
Close your blinds and lock your dog
’Cause tonight it’s coming up your block
Yeah, the creepy ice cream truck