D G
When I was a little biddy boy
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my grandmother bought me a cute little toy.
D G
Silver bells hanging on a string,
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she told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling
D G
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
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won't you play with my ding-a-ling.
G
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
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won't you play with my ding-a-ling.
D G
And then mama took me to grammar school,
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but I stopped off in the vestibule,
G
Ev'rytime that bell would ring
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catch me playing with my ding-a-ling.
D G
Once I was climbing the garden walls,
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I slipped and had a terrible fall.
D G
I fell so hard I heard bells ring,
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but held on to my ding-a-ling
D G
Once I was swimming cross turtle creek,
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man them snappers all around my feet.
D G
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing,
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with both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling.
D G
Now this here song it ain't so sad,
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the cuttest little song that you ever had.
D G
Those of you who will not sing,
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you must be playing with your own ding-a-ling.
D G
Oh, your ding-a-ling, your ding-a-ling,
A D
we saw you playing with your ding-a-ling.
G
Oh, my ding-a-ling, ev'rybody sing,
A D
I want to play with my ding-a-ling.
D G
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
A D
won't you play with my ding-a-ling.
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