It Tickles Songtext
von Tommy Collins

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