I like it    I don't like it

Fate points the finger

It is a double-barreled ringer

You're the one, you're the one

That's been touched by the singer

And then in the night cold as ice

Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler

He leaves no marks in spite of sparks

And so touch has become the winner

Touch is the Tingler

Making me itch

Making me twitch

Touch is the Tingler

Controlling my mind

Climbing my spine

Fate points the finger

What ya gonna bring me

A pretty note from your sweet throat

That's been touched by the Tingler

But in the night cold as ice

Hi-five co-ed mingler

It leaves no marks in spite of sparks

And so touch has become the Tingler

Touch is the Tingler