Hummingbirds hum, why do they hum? Little girls wearing
Pigtails in the morning, in the morning.
Merry-go-rounds are going around in and all over
The town in the morning, in the morning.
Summertime's here and look over there, flowers every-
Where in the morning, in the morning.
The Good Humor Man used to be what kids called the ice cream man who came by the neighborhood in his truck to some tinkling melody like Pop Goes the Weasel. Business rode high on a population of baby boomers, but by the time of this song, Good Humor ice cream was starting to go out of business as boomers outgrew the treats. It is safe to say that the poet is revisiting a childhood memory.
In this song, the lyrics don’t amount to much except for some interesting jazz phrasing of the melody. The words all contain pleasant scenes; it’s the song of an optimist. But the music here is adventurous and changes signatures several times. There’s a sort of hide-and- go-seek “Didja?” verse and a horn crescendo that in the final moments of the song seems to skip out of its groove like a bad connection, a mistake perhaps that was kept for its ability to jar the listener out of a peaceful doze. The Good Humor Man is but a happy dream.