I too miss this song. Those were the days. Tube socks up to my knees with the three red stripes on top, and my cookies sitting on that red Georgia clay. Jim had that certian way to reach out to young children like myself. Oscar was the man. Lean, green, and a grumpy sex machine. Cookie Monster was just way before his time. His eyes had a way to see right into my soul. That's not a tear, there is something in my eye.
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I too miss this song. Those were the days. Tube socks up to my knees with the three red stripes on top, and my cookies sitting on that red Georgia clay. Jim had that certian way to reach out to young children like myself. Oscar was the man. Lean, green, and a grumpy sex machine. Cookie Monster was just way before his time. His eyes had a way to see right into my soul. That's not a tear, there is something in my eye.
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