[Verse 1]
Well, I wouldn't kiss on Joanie, she's too boney
I wouldn't hug on Pat, she's too fat
I wouldn't grab ol' Gertie, she's not purtie
I wouldn't smooch on Jean, she's too mean

[Verse 2]
Well, I wouldn't pinch on Daisy, she's too crazy
And I wouldn't rub up Ruth, she's uncouth
I wouldn't lay a hand on Shirley, she's too squirrely
I wouldn't hit on Dot, she's got them little red spots

[Chorus]
Most girls turn me off, they're just icky
Getting me fired up is kinda tricky
I guess you can say I'm sort of picky
But Janie Fricke, Janie Fricke, I'd give you a hickey

[Verse 3]
I know your husband's big and jealous
But, what the heck, I'll chance it
I'll put a golf ball on your neck
So big, they'll have to lancе it
I'll kiss your hand all the way up your arm like a cavalier
Thеn I'll hum up your nose and tickle your toes
And blow in your ear
[Verse 4]
I'll leap on your body and scratch your back
And all them hard to reach places
Throw you down and sit on your lap and make funny faces
We'll have ourselves a blowout, I mean it'll really be a good...
Where we play this game with a live chicken
And a weed eater and banana pudding

[Chorus]
Most girls turn me off, they're just icky
Getting me fired up is kinda tricky
I guess you can say I'm sort of picky
But Janie Fricke, Janie Fricke, I'd give you a hickey