| TICKLE ME TIMOTHY, DO | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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My old girl's hysterical, and when the fits begin I have to make her grin - by tickling her under the chin Shan't forget when courting her, I didn't know the wheeze And coming home from Brighton once, she shouted 'If you please.' Chorus: 'Tickle me Timothy, tickle me do, tickle me there's a dear My last train is here' said Lou I feel like losing it straight I do I can't help myself; I'll do it in half a tick If you don't make me laugh, I shall swallow the ticket So tickle me, Timothy, quick!' On the day I married her, she felt bad all the while I had to make her smile; I tickled her all up the aisle But as soon as we were one, she trembled like a leaf And shouted as she jumped about, just like a Zulu chief Chorus: 'Tickle me Timothy, tickle me do, tickle me there's a dear The Parson here, he makes me cough, I feel like pulling his nightshirt off I can't help myself; I'll do it in half a tick As he mightn't have anything under it, Timothy Tickle me, Timothy, quick!' Friday, when I laid in bed, a man came round our way With paper flags so gay, shouting, 'Rags or old bottles today' My old girl rushed in the room, and grabbed my pantaloons A-shouting 'If you don't want paper flags or air-balloons.' Chorus: 'Tickle me Timothy, tickle me do, tickle me there's a dear I feel I want to swap your bags For some air-balloons or some paper flags I can't help myself; I'll do it in half a tick And you'll have with 'me a waggin' in front of you Tickle me, Timothy, quick!' On an Easter Monday once I took her to the Zoo She'd nothing much to do, so started a hul-la-ba-loo Got inside the monkey's cage, the hairy lah-di-dahs All rubbed their chins against her face, shouted through the bars. Chorus: 'Tickle me Timothy, tickle me do, tickle me there's a dear I feel so gay this afternoon, I feel like kissing the big baboon I can't help myself; I'll do it in half a tick And he isn't like you; he wants shaving all over, So tickle me, Timothy, quick!' Martha's rich old uncle Bill, last night in company He told a tale you see, we all had to giggle with glee Martha couldn't see the joke; her tears began to flow, So she flopped down upon my knee, and softly murmured 'Oh Chorus: Tickle me Timothy, tickle me do, tickle me there's a dear I'll have to laugh at uncle Bill, or else get nothing out of his Will I can't help myself; I'll do it in half a tick If you're after his money, oh, tickle my funny bone, Tickle me, Timothy, quick!' Now she's bought some powder and a box of safety pins And when the fit begins, she's bound to have somebodies twins Today she saw a bassinette, just outside our abode She pounced on it and shouted, as the kids fell in the road Chorus: 'Tickle me Timothy, tickle me do, tickle me there's a dear The babies are a lovely pair, I feel like grabbing 'em I declare I can't help myself; I'll do it in half a tick If I'm not to have Mister McGillighan's babies, Oh tickle me, Timothy, quick!' |
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| Written and composed by R.P. Weston & F.J. Barnes - 1908 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Billy Williams (1877-1915) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||