Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Kevin drove a bike for the Dickie Dee
He was older than us by two or three years
With long lanky legs he had no peers
He whistled his jingle every sunny day
And you could hear him coming from a mile away
He reminded me of Bo driving The General Lee
From the Dukes of Hazard we enjoyed on TV
He rode faster than the wind
Steep hills he would descend
The little kids would all scream
Here comes the ice cream
But the fame went to his head
Then he lost his street cred
Although Kevin did make loads of cash
All that changed after the crash
It was a Friday afternoon Gaston Road cul-de-sac
We were hanging around just looking for a snack
Kevin flew down the hill he was singing his song
His two arms in the air his confidence was strong
Then he turned the bike sharply riding on only one wheel
Like he was some sort of trailer park Evel Knievel
But that Dickie Dee bicycle got outta control
As we watched in slow motion the bike started to roll
Look, Kev can pop a wheelie. He's a super star
He rode faster than the wind
Steep hills he would descend
The little kids would all scream
Here comes the ice cream
But the fame went to his head
Then he lost his street cred
Although Kevin did make loads of cash
All that changed, after the crash
So he wiped out the trike and kissed the asphalt
This was ice cream karma it was his own fault
Then a rainbow of popsicles lit up the sky
We gathered the bounty that fell from so high
And we ran into the bushes arms loaded with drumsticks
The bike still on the ground it needed to get fixed
But we laughed at the gaffe stuffed our faces with glee
While Kevin had to clean up the dairy debris
Wow look at Kevin flying on that bike
He's a legend man
It's raining ice cream
I wonder what Kevin's up to these days
He was one helluva entrepreneur
But he had a bad day