Stick Stickly کے بول

I remember when I was just a boy Summer afternoons would fill me up with joy I'd sit right down, turn on the TV Everyday I'd giggle mischeviously I remember laughing like a buffoon when I'd watch him on Nick in the Afternoon He was my favorite thing about Nick Yes, that little popsicle Stick Stickly And he'd sing Write to me Stick Stickly P.O. 963 New York City, New York State 10108 10108 It's been years, now, since his show has aired We sent a letter, it got returned, and now we're scared Where'd he go? What did they do with him when they decided they were through with him? Did they break him, or burn him down for heat? Were his googly eyes thrown out in the street? Or is he fine? That's what I'm praying I recall he was always saying simmer down, simmer down, simmer down And he'd say Write to me Stick Stickly P.O. 963 New York City, New York State 10108 10108 10108 10108