You Tickle Me

Scott Stieber & Don Myers

You tickle me, oh you tickle me
I don't know how you do it
but you always get to it
You tickle me

You tickle me, ah you tickle me
What can I say?
You're funny that way
You tickle me

You tickle my fancy, fancy that
Maybe it's the feathers in your hat
You tickle me high, You tickle me low
You tickle me every where you go

You tickle me, you tickle me...

I'm singin' in the shower
I'm singin' in the shower
give me half a chance, I believe I could learn to dance
Singin' in the shower

You've seen Gene Kelly dancin', singin' in the rain
I know how he felt, I feel the same
She calls me Tarzan, I call her Jane
The neighbors must hear us but they don't complain

I'm singin' in the shower

I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed
I'm not the brightest star in the sky
Here I am talkin' clean out of my head
I believe I can tell you why

You tickle me

Let's go out tonight, honey lets go out tonight
Don't have to worry, I know where there's curry
Let's go out tonight

We can carry it out or eat it there
They deliver most anywhere
Some like it spicy, some do not
Me and my baby, we like it hot
Let's go out tonight

She said "Would you rub my feet?
Honey, would you rub my feet?
It would be so sweet, such a treat
If you’d just rub my feet?"

She said "Would you rub my feet?
Honey, would you rub my feet?
They've had a long day, come a long way
Would you rub my feet?"

Rub your feet, yeah I can do that
swing them puppies up here on my lap
I'll rub your feet then I’ll rub your back
‘cause you know I know you like it like that

You tickle me, ah you tickle me