Icecream is a joke, and I'm not laughing!

If there is one thing about summer that drives me crazy (aside from the heat and inversion) it is the icecream man.
And guess what?
He's back.
Oh holy day, why must I go through the torment of that blasting off-key music from his horribly suspicious van! And his disgustingly overpriced chocolate bars shaped like baseball bats does not help me either!
"Geez-la-f'ing-weeze man, I'll buy my own dandy candybars, thanks anyway! Now turn off your screeching banshie music before I mash you with a REAL baseball bat!"
There should be a noise ordenance for them bastards.