Neil Cicierega - Stick Stickly lyrics

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! (Ooh-ooh-ooh!) 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, 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 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! 10108! 10108! 10108!"