Well, here’s my story
And it goes like this
Bout that one little thing
That I dearly miss.

They come in Thin Mints
They come in Trefoils
They come in
Tagalongs
Samoas
And Do-Si-Dos

When I’m hungry
I go to the fridge
When I open the door
All I see is this

There ain’t no
Girl Scout Cookies
In my fridge
What cruel tragedy
Is this

Only comes once a year
That sure ain’t enough for me
The next time that girl comes to my door
Imma buy ‘em all so she won’t have no more

I’ve got them
Girl Scout Cookie Blues

Sure, I’ll survive
On my cheese and wine
But a little Tagalong
Sure would be fine

When the summer’s hot
And the winter’s cold
Boy, I really wish
That those cookies would be sold

Anytime I’m hungry
Or when go to the fridge
And I open the door
All I see is this

There ain’t no
Girl Scout Cookies
In my fridge
What cruel tragedy
Is this

Only comes once a year
That sure ain’t enough for me
For only three dollars, fifty cents
Not buying ‘em don’t make no sense

I’ve got them
Girl Scout Cookie Blues

I’ve got them
Girl Scout Cookie Blues

I’ve got, I’ve got
The blues, yeah
I want, I want
My Thin Mints
I’ve got, I’ve got
The blues, yeah
I want, I want
My Thin Mints
I’ve got, I’ve got
The blues, yeah
I want, I want
My Thin Mints

All I’ve got’s my blues, now
All I want’s my Thin Mints
All I want’s my blue’s gone
With a box of Thin Mints

I guess there ain’t no
Stopping them
Girl Scout Cookie Blues