Well, I'm a red hot picker
I'm a six string tickler
I'm a finger picking
What do you know?
Well, I'm a time bomb ticker
A real bumper sticker
Stand back, honey
Here I go
Well, I met a little cutie
A real sweet patooty
So I figured
Well, I'll come on slow
I said, "My name is Reed
And I got what you need
Honey, hang around
Till after the show"
Well, after about an hour
Of the Wildwood Flower
I had done slipped out
Of my thumb picking
When up walks a dude
Starts coming on rude
And said, "Son
I'm wise to your trick"
He said, "Now listen here, mister
You're messing with my sister"
Made a two handed fist
Out of one hand
Well, right then I discovered
He ain't no music lover
And me I'm a travelling man
Well, I'm a red hot picker
I'm a six string tickler
I'm a finger picking
What do you know?
He, he
I'm a time bomb ticker
A real bumper sticker
Stand back, honey
Here I go
I'm getting ready
Here I go
He, he, he
Yeah
Well, now some time later
I met another sweet tater
I said, "Honey
I'm a hog about you"
Just as I was getting bolder
Felt a hand on my shoulder
Turned around
And he was six-foot two
He said, "I don't think you oughta
Cause this here is my daughter
And there's one more thing
Son, you might know
That if you ain't quicker
Than my big frog sticker
Then that's gonna be
All she wrote"
I said, "Son, I'm a red hot picker
I'm a six string tickler
I'm a finger picking
What do you know?
I'm a buffalo nickel
A solid dill pickle
Stand back
Cause here I go