My Ding-a-Ling - Dave Bartholomew

When I was a little biddy boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hangin' on a string

She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!

Then momma took me to Sunday school

They tried to teach me the golden rule

Ev’rytime the choir would sing

I’d take out my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling…

And then momma took me to Grammar school

But I stopped off in the vestibule

Ev’ry time that bell would ring

Catch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling…

Once I was climbin' the garden wall

I slipped and had a terrible fall

I fell so hard I heard bells ring

But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling…

I remember the girl next door

We used to play house on the kitchen floor

She’d be the queen, I’d be the king

And I let her play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling…

Once I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek

Man, them snappers all around my feet

Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing

With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling…

The girl downstairs, she’s a big and bold

Grandma warned me, she’s too old

She used to take me swingin' in a schoolyard swing

Swing down and take my ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Oh, my ding-a-ling…

This here song it ain’t so sad

The cutest little song you ever had

Those of you who will not sing

You must be playin' with your own ding-a-ling!

Oh, your ding-a-ling, oh, your ding-a-ling

We saw you playin' with your ding-a-ling!

Well, my ding-a-ling, everybody sing

I want to play with my ding-a-ling!

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want to play with my ding-a-ling!