It Tickles

Well, when I was a-growin' up I was a pip
 I growed me a mustache on my lip
 It wasn't very sticky, mostly fuzz
 I thought I'd give all the girls the buzz
 I got real sweet on a Nellie Wills
 I drove that country girl back in the hills
 I asked her once if I could give her a peck
 She said, "If you can beat me to the old hay stack"
 Well, I beat her there, and I hugged her tight
 I turned loose all of my dynamite
 I swear my kiss was a pretty lush
 She smiled real big and begin to blush
 "It tickles, it tickles
 I like it, but it sure feels funny"
 It's a-ticklin' me
 Well, I got me a name in the neighborhood
 The girls all liked me, I knew they would
 I let it grow for a month or two
 Just to see what I could do
 There was a girl named Fanny Smith
 Told me she didn't like to kiss
 I caught her off guard, and I didn't miss
 "I didn't know it would feel like this!"
 Well, her eyes bugged out, and her face turned white
 She helped me out with all of her might
 I swear it took her breath away
 She giggled, and I heard her say
 "It tickles it tickles
 You sure are a lot of fun"
 It's ticklin' me
 Well, now I guess I pert'near run 'em wild
 They all went crazy over my style
 Said I was the best around
 The kissinest man they'd ever found
 The good ol' days are here again
 I used to do it, and I still can
 Said a widow that I know
 "I guess you'll never get too old"
 Well, I guess I've got that ol' know-how
 You ought to see me in action now
 My kiss has still got that ol' zing
 The widow says, "I ain't lost a thing"
 "It tickles, it tickles
 I feel just like I'm young again"
 It's ticklin' me