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
Every day
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. Box 963
New York City
New York State
10108!
10108!"
It’s been years now (It's been years now)
Since his show has aired (Since his show has aired)
We sent a letter, "return to sender"
Now we're scared (Now we're scared)

Where'd you 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 googley 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 sing
"Write to me
Stick Stickly!
P.O. Box 963
New York City
New York State
10108!"
And he’d sing
"Write to me
Stick Stickly!
P.O. Box 963
New York City
New York State
10108!
10108!"