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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
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