My Ding A Ling

Berry Chuck

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