Lyrics:

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!