Lyrics

When I was little
sometimes we'd head
to the other side of town
head on over to see my grandpa
wolf some cookies down
ain't talking 'bout no oreos
or pretty girl scout treats
you had to have an iron gut
to stomach what we'd eat
These were not for pretty boys
or the weak and faint of heart
And only god knows
just how long
they'd been in that cookie jar
Now I'm older
sometimes I get
that craving once again
But it ain't cookies
that'll put me
in a state of zen

Chorus
Put your hands in the cookie jar

I got me now
a pretty girl
that satisfies my needs
and when I get to craving sweets
she always aims to please
it works both ways
and so she knows
she'll always get her fill
'cause after all
a batch of cookies
always need some milk