Lyrics Tickle Me

What can you do to amuse me
now that there’s nothing to do?
The TV set’s busted, I can’t get a picture
the radio plays nothing but news

Why don’t you tickle me?
Gee whizz, won’t that be fine
What a great idea, what a perfect way
to kill some time
I can’t stop to think
‘cause if I do I’d lose my mind
Why don’t you tickle me?

Don’t we have fun every minute?
Gee, what a gay life we lead
One chocolate milkshake with two straws stuck in it
What else does anyone need?

Just tickle me
there’s nothing else to do
You won’t have to talk to me
and I won’t have to talk to you
And when we’re done
I’ll think of something else to do
Why don’t you tickle me?