Oh, there was a little chigger
And it wasn't any bigger
Than the wee little head on a pin.
And the bump that he raises
Itches like the blazes
And that's where the rubbing comes in.
They go wild, simply wild, over me (over me)
From my head all the way to my knees.
You can rub with soap and grease
But you'll never sleep in peace.
They go wild, simply, wild, over me (over me).
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Just a fun song to sing. Great for singing while on hikes!
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