Stick Stickly
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
Picolé Stick Stickly
Eu me lembro quando eu era só um garoto
As tardes de verão me enchiam de alegria
Eu sentava, ligava a TV
Todo dia eu ria de forma travessa
Eu me lembro de rir como um palhaço
quando eu o assistia no Nick à Tarde
Ele era a minha parte favorita do Nick
Sim, aquele picolé Stick Stickly
E ele cantava
Escreva pra mim
Stick Stickly
P.O. 963
Nova York,
Estado de Nova York
10108
10108
Já se passaram anos desde que o programa dele foi ao ar
Nós mandamos uma carta, ela voltou, e agora estamos com medo
Pra onde ele foi? O que fizeram com ele
quando decidiram que não queriam mais?
Eles quebraram ele, ou queimaram pra se aquecer?
Os olhos esbugalhados dele foram jogados na rua?
Ou ele tá bem? É isso que eu tô rezando
Eu me lembro que ele sempre dizia
acalme-se, acalme-se, acalme-se
E ele dizia
Escreva pra mim
Stick Stickly
P.O. 963
Nova York,
Estado de Nova York
10108
10108
10108
10108