From the recording Three Tequila Floor


Picked up my baby in my big ol’ truck
She was showin’ lots of skin, candy for the eyes
Makin’ out in the woods; truck got stuck
Had to walk out of there, I tell you no lies

Told her there’s critters in the woods that you can see
But there’s some you can’t
You might get stung by a hornet or a bee
A mosquito or a fire ant

But there’s one little critter that’s truly the worst
Burrow right on in, under your skin
For no doubt, better let me check it out, oh yeah

(So) (Now) Come on, baby, let me check you for ticks
You know them little things can make you mighty sick
Oh, lettin’ ticks dig in, mmm, says country hick
So come on, baby, let me check you for ticks


Baby, baby, I got two off your back
You better turn over; never know what’s there
Now you don’t want to have a tick attack
Let me help you out, girl; you know I care

Repeat CHORUS (2x)

Oh, yeah, baby, just let me check you right over there…

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Eddie C Life Music (BMI)
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Contact phone number: 312.671.8074
Mood: Comedy; Spoof
Key: F / BPM: 110 / Length: 3:38
ISRC: QZ37R1900488
BMI: 30593899
ISWC: T9286422762