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Tommy Collins Miscellaneous It Tickles (1955) Well I was a-growing up I was a pip, I growed me a mustache on my lip It wasn’t very sticky mostly fuzz, I thought I would give all the girls a buzz I got real sweet on Nellie Wills, a growed up country gal back in the hills I asked her once if I could give her a peck, “If’n you can beat me to the old haystack” Well I beat her there and I hugged her tight, I turned loose all of my dynamite I guess my kiss was mighty lush, she smiled real bug and began to blush It tickles, it tickles, I like it but it sure feels funny, it’s a tickling me Oh I got me a name in the neighborhood, the gals all liked it I knew they would I let it grow for a month or two just to see what I could do There was a gal named Fanny Smith, told me she didn’t like to kiss Well I caught her off guard and I didn’t miss, “I didn’t know it’d feel like this” Well her eyes bugged out her face turned white she hugged me up with all her might I swear it took her breath away she giggles and I heard her say It tickles, it tickles, you sure are a lotta fun, and it’s a tickling me Well I guess I pert-near run them wild, they all went crazy over my style They said I was the best around, the kissing-est man they’d ever found The good old 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 got that old know how, you aught to see me in action now My kisses still got that old sting; the widow said I ain’t lost a thing It tickles, it tickles, I feel just like I’m young again, it’s a tickling me |
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