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 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 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 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 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 well i guess i ve got that ol knowhow 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 s a ticklin me