paroles de chanson It Tickles - Buck Owens

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