When I was a little bitty boy my grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hangin' on a string she told me it was my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling I want to play with my ding a ling My ding a ling, my ding a ling I want to play with my ding a ling
And then mother took me to Grammer School But I stopped all in the vestibule Every time that bell would ring catched me playin' with my ding a ling
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
Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek many snappers all around my feet Shure was hard swimming cross that thing with both hands holdin' my ding a ling
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 playin' with your own ding a ling My ding a ling Your ding a ling, your ding a ling We saw you playin' with your ding a ling My ding a ling everybody sing I want to play with my ding a lingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
