“my ding-a-ling” (lyrics)

VERSE 1:

when i was a little bitty boy
my grandmother bought me a cute little toy
silver bells hanging on a string
she told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh…

CHORUS:

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

VERSE 2:

you know, then mama took me to “sunday school”
they tried to teach me the “golden rule”
but everytime that choir would sing
watch me playin’ with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh…

CHORUS:

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

VERSE 3:

once i was climbing 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

CHORUS:

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

VERSE 4:

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

CHORUS:

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

VERSE 5:

this little 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

CHORUS:

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

OUTRO:

your own ding-a-ling, your own ding-a-ling…
we saw you playin’ with your own ding-a-ling…

my ding-a-ling, everybody sing…
i wanna play with my ding-a-ling…
i wanna play with my ding-a-ling…

(into beach boys’ “ding dang”)
(“alley-oop!  fuck her!  big tits!)

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