Tickle from Caption Caption by Parish Church

Ah!
I'm layin' on the couch
I can't see a thing
I wancha' to pick up my arms and I want you to...

Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle
Don't stop until I tell you to (2x)

We can go outside and have some tea
And look up at the stars and maybe I might
Remember what you just said, what you said,
I'm sorry but the Earth is coming off its head

You know
You aint never gonna pick up on my stares
You aint never gonna make this face
You got a great crawlspace and lofty downstairs so could you...

Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle the middle of my arm?
Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle and don't stop until I tell you to
You got to pick up my arm, go around in a circle, circle, circle, circle with you finger tips

We can go outside and wonder where everyone went
Your pitiful mooching might be my time well spent

Open your eyes, its not too late
You'll recognize some people you hate
Thrown through the plate-glass window
Its getting late, don't you know

Its high time us cowardly long-hairs hit the road
Speak in silent code, leave this strange abode
Put this episode far behind us now

Time will not allow, time to wipe my brow
Time to leave the crowd and figure out who'll drive

Who did not imbibe? Can your car fit five?
Get us home alive before my folks get home

Wipe away the foam, please lend me your comb
I could write a poem all about our night

Running from the fight, running out of sight
Before the morning light shows them where we were

It'll seem like something stupid when you wake up
But before you go, before the party breaks up

Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle
Don't stop until I tell you to (2x) BUDDY

• Acoustic
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