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!)