[Verse] Sir Bob the knight with armor bright Rode through the woods at dawn In Tickleville the folks were chilled By Oabie the ogre’s yawn [Verse 2] Oabie laughed with tickles fierce The town in ticklish pain Their ribs were sore they begged for more But joy turned into strain [Chorus] Oh Sir Bob ride through the trees Stop that laughter bring us peace Tickly hours we do not need Drive that ogre to his knees [Verse 3] With sword in hand and heart so bold Sir Bob approached the troll His reflex quick he gave a kick To stop this tickle toll [Verse 4] Oabie roared with glee so wild But Bob would not despair He dodged and weaved the town’s believed He’d free them from this scare [Chorus] Oh Sir Bob ride through the trees Stop that laughter bring us peace Tickly hours we do not need Drive that ogre to his knees
