I've got an itch I cannot scratch
Right in the middle of my back
It drives me nuts all day and night
A maddening mosquito bite

I want to shout I want to scream
I want to cover it in cream
I want to slice it with a saw
I want to roll around the floor
I want to stab it with a stick
I want to bash it with a brick

What makes me twist and turn and twitch?
My itch, itch, itch

I cannot see it with my eyes
It can't be reached although I try
I've never had an itch so bad
The worst itch that I've ever had

I want to jab it with a fork
I want to burn it with a torch
I want to poke it with a pen
And afterwards poke it again
I want to freeze it with some ice
I want to cut it with a knife

What makes me twist and turn and twitch?
My itch, itch, itch

I can't sit still I have to move
There's no cure for these itchy blues
Just like a feather down my shirt
I itch so much it almost hurts

I want to prick it with a pin
I want to bung it in a bin
I want to claw it with my nails
I want to banish it to Wales
I want to rub it with a rock
I want to slap it with a sock

What makes me twist and turn and twitch?
My itch, itch, itch

Who'd have thought a tiny tickle
Could get me in such a pickle?

My itch, itch itch