Lyrics Tickle Yore Innards - The Legendary Shack Shakers

Tickle Yore Innards

Well I ain’t no Colonel of the Commonwealth for nothin'
This black string tie ain’t hangin' here just for looks
When the Governor got an eye full of my grade A triple X jug (?)
He signed my name, I swear that’s all it took
Well if you ain’t in the mood, now for lovin'
I got a pocket full of care here, way down deep inside
Well it ain’t no Kentucky nip so slip it quick right across your lips
It ain’t a late one, it always comes-a right on time
So let me tickle yore innards with somethin'
That cooks so sweet inside this vile of mine
It’ll warm you to your soul
And it ain’t too hot
And it ain’t too cold
It’s just the finest drinkin' tonic I believe you’ll ever find
Well some kinds of folks got a tooth for sarsparilla
The kind that?
near keeps you up all night
Well just whet your ???
now here’s somethin' that you won’t reject
Got a midnight?
that’ll chase your jitterbugs right outta sight
So let me tickle yore innards with somethin'
That cooks so sweet inside this vile of mine
It’ll warm you to your soul
And it aint' too hot
And it ain’t too cold
It’s just the finest drinkin' tonic I believe you’ll ever find
It’ll warm you to your soul
And it ain’t too hot
And it ain’t too cold
It’s just the finest drinkin' tonic I believe you’ll ever find
It’ll warm you to your soul
And it ain’t too hot
And it ain’t too brrrrrr!
It’s just the finest drinkin' tonic I swear you’ll ever find