It is still my favourite melody
It reminds me of when I was a mere boy
From the street far, I would hear it
And I would run to the house
Where mother has placed my money pot
Out of my pot I would take out a one rand coin
Mother made sure it was always there

The old VW combi – white and pink
Like my favourite vanilla ice cream
And with the sound of the melody
Every summer I remember
Licking the ice cream
Looking at mother’s smiling face
Inside I knew her love for me
Was tasteful like my vanilla ice cream,
So sweet and sounding like the combi’s melody
Every summer I remember