How can I run to the ice cream
Before it melts
Just like you with that belt
I roc it
My fingers from a fan
And I swing it as if
know in that my imagination
Is not going to make this work
So I run for the freeze
And stand there keeping cool
Then I see a wonderful sight
A gallon of birthday cake
To make me fall in
As my spoon is dippin an drippin in
to frozen delited like a cool mango
on that table.