When I was a little biddy boy

My grandma bought me a cute little toy

Two Silver bells on a string

She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling



My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling



When I was little boy In Grammar school

Always went by the very best rule

But Evertime the bell would ring

You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling



Once while climbing the garden wall,

Slipped and fell had a very bad fall

I fell so hard I heard birds sing,

But I held on to My ding-a-ling



Once while swimming cross turtle creek

Man them snappers right at my feet

Sure was hard swimming cross that thing

with both hands holding my dingaling



Now this here song it ain't so bad

Prettiest little song that you ever had

And those of you who will not sing

must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling