(Verse 1)
Morning light on Plaza de Lamitan,
Cart wheels whisper down the sanded span.
Bell goes ding—tricycle fades away,
Jayson loads the scoops for one more day.
He wipes his hands, hums an old tune,
Coconut dawn and a mango moon.
Maaga siyang gising, naghahalo ng saya,
Sorbetes smiles in every layer.
(Pre-Chorus)
Breeze carries salt from the shore,
Kids call his name and open the door—
Lola Maria waits at the corner seat,
He gives her extra ube, soft and sweet.
(Chorus)
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Salamat, Jayson—sweet on our street
(Verse 2)
Noon’s bright glare, the market hums,
Cart’s umbrella sways when the tricycle comes.
Mango-kalamansi, pandan and ube cream,
Pistachio whispers like a seaside dream.
He knows each regular, each hurried name,
From bakasyon kids to the sari-sari dame.
“Tagal ka na, kuya,” they laugh and queue,
He scoops a sunbeam in a paper blue.
(Pre-Chorus)
Bells of Lamitan roll through the heat,
Footsteps mingle with the cart’s heartbeat—
His rhythm steady as a heartbeat drum,
A little kindness in every thumb.
(Chorus)
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Salamat, Jayson—sweet on our street
(Verse 3 — Anecdote)
One rainy noon the power went low,
Lights went out at the town’s small show.
Jayson found Lola Maria by the gate,
Gave her two scoops and a hopeful plate.
“She used to dance here when she was young,”
He said with a smile, the bell lightly rung.
Children clapped under the market awning,
His cart’s warm light kept the night from dawning.
(Pre-Chorus)
Taste of ube, hint of coconut cream,
Street smells of fish, of sinigang steam—
The city’s small noises knit into song,
When Jayson walks by, we all sing along.
(Chorus)
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Salamat, Jayson—sweet on our street
(Bridge)
Under the sun, under the rain,
He carries stories in a paper plane.
Mabuhay ang boses na tumitibok,
Every scoop a promise, every bell a clock.
From Plaza lights to the schoolyard fence,
He serves a memory with patience immense.
(Instrumental / Breakdown)
(Brief musical solo — imagine marimba, acoustic guitar, soft brass; cart bell repeats like a motif)
(Chorus — Soft)
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Salamat, Jayson—sweet on our street
(Chorus — Big)
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Jayson, you make our streets feel sweet
Salamat, Jayson—sweet on our street
(Outro)
When the dusk folds over Lamitan skies,
His cart hums low, the last child sighs.
“Good night, kuya,” the neighbors call,
His little light still brightens all.
Sa bawat kutsara, sa bawat kanta,
May pusong nag-iwan ng tamis at saya.
Jayson ng Lamitan, our frozen dream—
In every cone, he keeps the town agleam.
