(David Gates)
Popsicles, icicles, baseball and fancy clothes
These are a few of the things he loves
He loves Levis and brown eyes
And wind blowin' through his hair
These are a part of the boy I love
If you put them all together
Much to your surprise (oh tell me what)
You'll find a bit of heaven
Right before your eyes
Bright stars and guitars and
Drive-ins on Friday night
These are a few of the things we love
(May be) silly but still he is
Just what I dream about
Yes, he's the boy that I love
If you put them all together
Much to your surprise (oh tell me what)
You'll find a bit of heaven
Right before your eyes
Bright stars and guitars and
Drive-ins on Friday night
These are a few of the things we love
(May be) silly but still he is
Just what I dreamed about
Yes, he's the boy that I love
Popsicles, icicles
Popsicles, icicles, hmmm
The lyrics of Popsicles, Icicles are about the young speaker's ability to appreciate the simple qualities which make an average American teenage boy appealing to an average American teenage girl; sort of a male version of "sugar and spice." The lyrics are remarkably sensuous, woven with images of popsicles, wind blowing through the boy's hair, and the sound of guitars. The drive-ins on Friday night suggest the desire for intimacy between the speaker and the type of boy she dreams about. All of the images used in the song are indicative of the innocent, idealistic and romantic imagination of a adolescent girl, perhaps on the threshhold of her first puppy love. The lyrics are somewhat ambiguous as to whether the boy she describes is actually a real person on whom she secretly crushes (unknown to him), or if he's simply a pleasant dream which she hopes will come true.