Buck Owens - It Tickles

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 a 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, I like it but it sure feels funny.) It's a 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 widder 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 widder said, I ain't lost a thing.
(It tickles, it tickles, I feel just like I'm numb again.) It's a ticklin' me.