You say noone can make you smile
Your arms are tightly crossed
You think I shouldn’t waste my time
Would be a total loss
But from this tattered suitcase
A weapon I’ll deploy
It’s been the true undoing
Of many girls and boys

CHORUS
It’s my giant tickle feather
Must I get it out?
It’s my giant tickle feather
Makes you squeal and shout
You can run, but you just can’t hide
When it’s giant tickle feather time

There’s many different ways, you know
To find your ticklish place
When I do, you’ll laugh until
The tears roll down your face
Cuz it’s my secret weapon
Though this kind doesn’t hurt
It works on all
From great big lugs to tiny little squirts

BRIDGE
From your neck to your sides to the back of your knees
Watch my feather make you giggle, make you shout with glee

©1997 – Chuck Brown