Held the gun in my hot little hand
I was trembling with excitement
Peered round corner, casing the joint
Would people never leave there

Quickly ran out with gun in hand
Yelled..this is a stick up
Don't waste time, I want one now
A double cone with chocolate

Ever so calmly they made it up
And to me handed it over
Who would argue, at the point of a gun
Held by a boy of seven

Quickly I made my getaway
To enjoy this illicit pleasure
Now who would think at seven years old
That they would know your parents