Now when I was a-growing up, I was a pipI rode me a mustache on my lipIt wasn't very sticky, mostly fuzzThought I'd give all the girls a buzzI got real sweet on Nellie WillsI rode up country gal back in the hillsI asked her once if I could give her a peckIf you can beat me to the old haystackWell, I beat her there and I hugged her tightI turned loose all of my dynamiteI guess my kiss was pretty lushShe smiled real big and began to blushIt tickles, it ticklesI like it, but it sure feels funnyIt's a tickle in meOh, I got me a name in the neighborhoodThe gals all liked it, I knew they wouldI let it grow for a month or twoJust to see what I could doThere was a gal named Fanny SmithTold me she didn't like a kissI caught her off guard and I didn't missI didn't know it'd feel like thisWell, her eyes bugged out, her face turned whiteShe hugged me and I hugged herShe picked me up with all her mightI swear it took her breath awayShe giggled and I heard her sayIt tickles, it ticklesYou sure are a lot of funIt's a tickle in meWell, I guess I put an ear on them wildThey all went crazy over my styleThey said I was the best aroundThe kissin'est man they'd ever foundThe good old days are here againI used to do it and I still canSaid a widder that I knowI guess you'll never get too oldWell, I guess I got that old know-howYou ought to see me in action nowMy kiss has still got that old stingThe widder says I ain't lost a thingIt tickles, it ticklesIt tickles, it ticklesI feel just like I'm young againIt's a tickle in me