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