Lyrics:

When I Was A Little Bitty Boy
my Grandmother Bought Me A Cute Little Toy
silver Bells Hangin On A String
she Told It Was My Ding A Ling A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

and Then Mama To Grammar School
but I Stopped In The Best Of You
every Time That Bell Would Ring
catch Me Playing With My Ding A Ling A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling


once I Was Climping 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

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

once I Was Swiming Though Turtle Creek
man Little Snappers All Around My Feet
sure Was Hard Swimming Across That Thing
with Both Hands Holding My Ding A Ling A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

this Here Song It Aint So Sad
the Cutes Little Song You Ever Had
those Of You Who Will Not Sing
you Must Be Playing With Your Own Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling

my Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...
wont You Play With My Ding A Ling