Writers: Cahn/Van Heusen



Life is dull

It's nothing but one big lull

Then presto you do a skull

And find that you're reeling

She sighs and you're feeling

Like a toy on a string

And your heart goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"



How could that funny face

That seemed to be common place

Project you right in to space

Without any warning

Don't know if its morning, night-time, winter or spring

What's the difference

Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding



She takes (grabs) your hand - this captivating creature

And like its planned - you're in the phone book

Looking (Hunting) for the nearest preacher



Life is swell

You're off to that small hotel

And somewhere a village bell

Will sound in the steeple

Announcing to people

Love's the loveliest thing

And the bell goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding