Buck Jones & Bonnie 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 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.      --- Instrumental ---      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...