Itchin' For My Baby

I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
I’m keeping both hands busy, I’m a one-man wrestling match
Oh how I miss that first sweet kiss in the poison ivy patch
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
I’ll not forget the time we met, 'twas love right from the start
I took her strolling through the woods, and there she won my heart
I carved her name upon a tree, a tall and friendly pine
But little did I dream it held a poison ivy vine
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
I’m keeping both hands busy, no shit I cannot catch
Oh how I miss that first sweet kiss in the poison ivy patch
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
My baby’s home and all alone, I called her on the phone
But heard and I heard her softly moan
I told her that I loved her still and I hoped she loved me, too
I must turned out a and I heard her answered «oooh!»
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
I’m keeping both hands busy, I’m a one-man wrestling match
Oh how I miss that first sweet kiss in the poison ivy patch
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
From head to toe my fingers go I just can’t seem to stop
And when I think I’m
But I get lost in sympathy it helps to see me through
My baby oh it’s nice to know she’s itching for me too
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch
I’m keeping both hands busy, I’m a one-man wrestling match
Oh how I miss that first sweet kiss in the poison ivy patch
I’m itching for my baby and I don’t know where to scratch