Song Description

A girl waits for a boy outside of an ice cream shop (a real one, in Boston), the boy doesn't show, but neighborhood friend Fuzzy Eddie does, with a little advice, in trade for some ice cream.

Lyrics

TOSCANINI'S

Chorus
Outside of Toscanini's parlor
I been waitin for over half an hour
I'm drippin all over my fingers
And all I wanna, all I wanna know is baby, what gives?
I said baby, what gives?

Fuzzy Eddie is walking up to me, he says
He says I been the same ever since he knew me
Always falling for the faces in the magazine
A perfect boy in a perfect pair of bluejeans

Chorus

Fuzzy Eddie spins the visor crooked on his hat
Snaps his gum and says, "Hey, you gonna finish that?"
I look the other way, hand him over half a cup
"Hey, watch it, baby--girl, do you know which way is up?"

Chorus

I can't be sure of anything now
You melt my will away somehow
Whipped cream, ice cream
Two dips, cold lips again

Fuzzy Eddie says, "Girl, you know the neighborhood
I'll tell you why you ain't found nothin good"
Snaps his gum again, spins himself crooked and laughs,
"All you really gotta do is stop lookin!"

So I'm splittin Toscanini's parlor
Not waitin another half an hour
Lick the sticky off of my fingers
I'm sick of pickin up Jimmies who say "Baby, what gives?"
Who ask me, "Baby, what gives?"