I'm itchin' my baby
and I don't know where to scratch
I'm a -keepin' both hands busy,
I'm a one -man wrestlin' match
Oh, how I miss that first sweet kiss
and the poison ivy patch
I'm itchin' for my baby
and I don't know where to scratch
I'll not forget the time we met,
was love right from the start
I took her strollin' through the woods
and there she won my heart
I carved her names upon a tree,
a tall and friendly pine
But little did I dream it held a poison ivy thine
I'm itchin' for my baby
and I don't know where to scratch
I'm a -keepin' both hands busy,
no shut -eye can I catch
Oh, how I miss that first sweet kiss
in the poison ivy patch
I'm itchin' for my baby
and I don't know where to scratch
My baby's home and all alone,
I call her on the phone
But her poor face is swollen,
and I heard her softly moan
I told her that I loved her still,
and hoped she'd love me too
I mustered up a pucker,
and I heard her answer, ooh
I'm itchin' for my baby,
and I don't know where to scratch
I'm a -keepin' both hands busy,
I'm a one -man -wrestlin' match
Oh, how I miss that first sweet kiss
in the poison ivy patch
I'm itchin' for my baby,
and I don't know her to scratch
From head to toe, my fingers go,
I just can't seem to stop
And when I think I've
reached the end
of spring's another crop
But I get lots of sympathy,
it helps to see me through
My baby, oh, it's nice to know
she's itchin' for me too
I'm itchin' for my baby,
and I don't know her to scratch
I'm a -keepin' both hands busy,
I'm a one -man wrestlin' match
Oh, how I miss that first sweet kiss
and the poison ivy patch
I'm itchin' for my baby,
and I don't know her to
scratch you