Tickle

Verse 1:

Pickle in a spacesuit, dancing on the moon,

Giggling with a spoon at a cucumber cartoon.

Soda-pop lightning in a jar of green slime,

Every crunch echoes through gelatin time.

Chorus:

Tickle my pickle, in a jar so fickle,

Bounce on a tricycle made of dill and nickel.

Wiggle that giggle, sprinkle the drizzle,

The brine is divine in the cosmic sizzle.

Verse 2:

Polka-dot platypus juggling balloons,

Whistling a tune about fermented raccoons.

Lettuce confetti rains down from the sky,

Marinated echoes just refuse to die.

Bridge:

Flapjack trombones in a vinegar sea,

Sneeze on a unicycle—sing out with me!

Galaxies wobble in a relish parade,

Every silly pickle’s got a song to be played.

Chorus (again, but louder and sillier):

Tickle my pickle, in a jar so fickle,

Bounce on a tricycle made of dill and nickel.

Wiggle that giggle, sprinkle the drizzle,

The brine is divine in the cosmic sizzle Drizzle Fizzle Twizzle Whistle Gristle Bristle Missile Dismissal Hissle Pistol Tinsel Chisel Nizzle Frizzle Swizzle swazzle Drizzle frazzle Razzle Frazzle Dazzle dizzle Pixel Bissel Jizzle .:pickle my tickle !!!