Lyrics:

When I Was A Little Bitty Boymy Grandmother Bought Me A Cute Little Toysilver Bells Hangin On A Stringshe Told It Was My Ding A Ling A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingand Then Mama To Grammar Schoolbut I Stopped In The Best Of Youevery Time That Bell Would Ringcatch Me Playing With My Ding A Ling A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingonce I Was Climping The Garden Walli Slipped And Had A Terrible Falli Fell So Hard I Heard Bells Ringbut Held On To My Ding A Ling A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingonce I Was Swiming Though Turtle Creekman Little Snappers All Around My Feetsure Was Hard Swimming Across That Thingwith Both Hands Holding My Ding A Ling A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingthis Here Song It Aint So Sadthe Cutes Little Song You Ever Hadthose Of You Who Will Not Singyou Must Be Playing With Your Own Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Lingmy Ding A Ling , My Ding A Ling...wont You Play With My Ding A Ling