Little Cream Soda Lyrics - Icky Thump - The White Stripes

One, two, three, four 

Well, every highway that I go down 

Seems to be longer than the last one 

That I knew about, oh well 

Yeah, and every girl that I walk around 

Seems to be more of an illusion 

Than the last one that I found, oh well 

And this old man in front of me 

Wearing canes and ruby rings 

Is like containing an explosion when he sings 

But with every chance to set himself on fire 

He just ends up doin' the same thing 

Well, each beautiful thing I come across 

Tells me to stop moving 

And shake this riddle off, oh well 

And there was a time when all I wanted 

Was my ice cream colder 

And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well 

And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks 

Was all I had to care about 

Oh well, oh well, oh well 

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires 

And forest fires and whether I'm a liar 

And lots of other situations 

Where I don't know what to do 

At which time God screams to me 

"There's nothing left for me to tell you 

Nothing left for me to tell you 

Nothing left 

Oh well, oh well, oh well 

Oh well 

Oh well, oh well, oh well 

Oh well