Courtesy of K. Bell Socks, the premiere of the new Mista Cookie Jar single, “The Quest for the Missing Polka-Dotted Pink Sock." Check it out here! Includes a new interview where Mista Cookie Jar waxes poetical about fashion and socks. Music video coming soon on Nov 27, Cyber Monday, just in time for shopping season.
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"The Quest for the Missing Polka-Dotted Pink Sock” is an epic tale of Mista Cookie Jar & the grand pursuit for his missing sock. A storybook adventure set to atrappy-go-lucky soundtrack, Mista Cookie Jar takes you on an auto-tuned lyrical roller coaster ride all the way to the mall. At its heart, it’s an anthem encouraging persistence, self-expression, and bold fashion choices. "The Quest for the Missing Polka-Dotted Pink Sock" is available at CD Baby, iTunes, Spotify, Amazon and YouTube.
"This top notch track reflects and transcends the best of children's music. With a hip hop game that's every bit as strong as his swagger — musician, performer, storyteller, dandy, producer, arranger and nostalgia curator, Mista Cookie Jar can do it all…This song is EPIC!!"
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Produced, written, and performed by Mista Cookie Jar
Inner Child Rock Publishing [ASCAP]
℗ 2017 Cesar Jason Carandang Pizarro
The Quest for the Missing Polka-Dotted Pink Sock
I woke up this morning,
something wasn't right.
I felt a draft on my right big toe.
It must have been
chillin’ all night.
See I was figure skating
in my dream
when my foot
slipped down a hole.
That wo wo wo woke me up
cuz now my foot be ice cold!
So I was like, eh! What going on down there?
What's all the whata bum bum down there?
My foot feng shui on the run down there.
Won’t u pity my feet,
si vous plait, mon frère?
I took a peek under my comforter.
Lookie here. Now, isn't this wonderful?
My left foot, cozy
as a cuddle bug. (Oh yeah.)
My right foot, exposed
like plumber butt. (Say what?!)
My left foot
got a pink sock on
covered in white polka dots.
Lookin’ spiffy.
My right foot naked, freezing
‘cuz my other polka-dotted
pink sock be missing!
Now lemme explain.
Ya gotta realize.
I like to look fresh,
even at bedtime.
I'm ‘bout the details.
Just imagine it.
Man, with a missing sock,
I ain't havin it.
I just can’t find
I just can’t find
my polka-dotted pink sock.
I don't know where it is.
I just can't find
I just can't find
my polka dotted pink sock.
You can flaunt that eyelet cuff.
You can rock that pastel tie.
Only you can tell yourself
how to put color in yo' sky.
Me, I like that pink & polka-dotted
pattern in my pupil.
It's the icing on my ensemble.
It's kinda super crucial.
Thus the epic quest
for missing white polka-dotted
pink sock begins…
So now I'm
lookin’ everywhere
for my pink sock.
I’m a thorough investigator.
Flippin’ over every pillow
and furniture piece.
Even checked in my ‘frigerator.
I checked under the bed.
I checked under my couch.
In ma dirty laundry.
No pink sock found.
But I wont stop my pursuin’.
Why? Cuz my pink sock
makes me SUPERHUMAN.
That's right,
it keeps my mojo movin’.
Into the matrix I be tuned in.
White polka-dotted pink chakras
bloomin'. All that from a sock?
Umm, is you still snoozin'?
LOLOLOLOL, oh well!
I'm on a pink sock mission,
now, tell me who’s in?
What's next on the quest
for the pink sock?
Got to retrace steps.
Now, chop-chop.
When did I last take that sock off?
I think I was at the mall when I went shop shop?
That be how I’m rollin’.
Shoppin’ ’til me skin blue.
Dressing room hoppin’.
Slippin’ on a couple slim suits.
Mix and matchin’.
Pattern clashin’.
Maybe in the melee
I might've misplaced
something...kinda…pink with…
sorta, umm… white polka dots...
a sock maybe?
#EpicFail
Suddenly, I feel so small.
Well, shame on me.
Sai la vie.
I guess I gotta go
back to the maallll!
Ugh, and my quest don't stop.
My pink sock
spidey senses be on lock.
Retracin’, retracin’,
through mannequin smocks.
Im racin’, I'm racin’ the clock.
Now what am I doing here?
So many shoppable shops!
So many fly bottoms!
So many fly tops!
My attention flies
out of its socks!
And I'm on a mission for
whhhaaatt?!?
I just can't find
I just can't find
my something something something.
What am I looking for again? Oh yeah, a sock.
I just can't find
I just can't find my polka-dotted pink sock.
Still game for an epilogue?
Aimless hangin’ at the mall.
Cookie Jar, that's me.
Hippie hair emcee.
Lookin’ like a funny lookin’
Steve Aoki.
Yeah, I'm feeling right at home.
Tryin’ a thousand items on.
Pocket squares be talkin’.
In my fashion semiotic zone.
How could I not see this
coming from 9 billion miles away?
Entering a building
full of eye candy.
I love this place! Eh!
New fashion, new fashion. Eh!
Distraction, distraction. Eh!
Suddenly a polka-dotted pink pattern
catches my eyeball
from far away like, oooh!
Is that u?
Sweet sock of mine,
to thine eyes be true?
Could this be my pink baby?
I try not to freak
as I leap between old ladies
with shopping carts.
I'm so close now.
My heart stops.
I'm like, oh wow!
Here it is,
everything for this moment.
Reunited and it feels so LIT!
Suddenly, it's all slo-mo.
Emotions like a yo-yo.
Hang on tight. It's a no-go.
Ain't no cherry on top of the fro-yo.
Yep, not a sock in sight.
I bet u thought
I hit jackpot, right?
Yeah, right.
In front of my dumb nose,
a girl with a white polka-dotted pink bow!
There I stood, confused,
I thought I was gonna cry.
The universe had led me
to no sock.
Instead just little a girl. Why?!
And so right there,
this girl turns around,
gives me a super-long stare.
Face perplexed.
Then too loud she says,
"A boy with long hair?!"
I still can't find
I still can't find
my polka-dotted pink sock. When will I ever find it?
I still can't find
I still can't find
my polka-dotted pink sock.
Where where oh where oh could it be?
You can flaunt that eyelet cuff.
You can rock that pastel tie.
Only you can tell yourself
how to put color in yo' sky.
Me, I like that pink & polka-dotted
pattern in my pupil.
It's the icing on my ensemble.
It's kinda super crucial…
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