"Well he was only 5'3"/But girls could not resist his stare/Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole/Not in New York” remains an amazing chorus, and Richman, who we're shocked has never been called a “nasally rascal,” a national treasure. He isn’t touring behind any particular album and even if he doesn’t recreate the eight minutes of child-like excellence of “Ice Cream Man” on Modern Lovers Live, he’s Jonathan Fucking Richman.