My name is Ticklish Reuben
From way back in old Vermont
And ev'rything seems ticklish to me

I've been tickled by an undershirt
been tickled by a wasp
I've been tickled by a yellow bumblebee

I have always got a tickled sort of way about my clothes
It doesn't really matter where I be
I am tickled in the morning and I'm tickled in the night
Something's always sure to tickle me

hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

I am tickled in the morning and I'm tickled in the night
Something's always sure to tickle me

hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

Oh, I am tickled in the morning and I'm tickled in the night
Something's always sure to tickle me

Oh, once I put some pepper into Dad's snuffbox
And the way he acted was a sight to see
Well he coughed and he sneezed till I thought he'd have a fit
And then he took me out and tickled me

I was always getting tickled by someone about the house
So why they did it I could never see
And the apple-butter paddle it is all in splinters now
Mother wore it out a-ticklin' me