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