My Ding-a-ling-a-ling Lyrics - Singles - Chuck Berry

When I was a little biddy 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 

Ding-A-Ling 

Ding-A-Ling 

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling 

Ding-A-Ling 

Ding-A-Ling 

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling 

Then mama took me to Sunday school 

They tried to teach me the Golden Rule 

But when the choir would stand and sing 

I'd sit there and play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling 

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Then mama took me to Grammar school 

But I stopped off in the vestibule 

Every time that bell would ring 

Catch me playing with my ding-a-ling 

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Once I was climbing the garden wall, 

I slipped and had a terrible fall 

I fell so hard I heard birds ring, 

But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling 

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Once I was swimming 'cross Turtle Creek 

Those snapping turtles were snapping at my feet 

Sure was hard swimming 'cross that thing 

With both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling 

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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 playing with your own ding-a-ling