[Intro]
This song… is about a popsicle stick…

[Verse 1]
I remember when I was just a boy
Summer afternoons would fill me up with joy

[Verse 2]
I'd sit right down turn on the TV
Every day I'd giggle mischeviously

[Verse 3]
I remember laughing like a buffoon
When I'd watch him on Nick in the Afternoon

[Verse 4]
He was my favorite thing about Nick
Yes that little popsicle, Stick Stickly…

[Chorus]
And he'd sing
"Write to me, Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963, New York City, New York State
10108! 10108!"

[Verse 5]
It's been years now since his show has aired
We sent a letter, it got returned, and now we're scared (true story!)
[Verse 6]
Where'd he go? What did they do with him
When they decided they were through with him?

[Verse 7]
Did they break him or burn him down for heat?
Were his googley eyes thrown out in the street?

[Verse 8]
Or is he fine? That's what I'm praying
I recall he was always saying
"Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down"

[Chorus]
And he'd sing
"Write to me, Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963, New York City, New York State
10108! 10108!"
"Write to me, Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963, New York City, New York State
10108! 10108…"

[Outro]
Now, probably, some of you knew this from your childhood… But the rest of you didn't have a childhood!… Uh, I don't like doing this song, but Alora makes me…