My Ding-a-Ling - Live

When I was a little bitty boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hanging on a string

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

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

When mama took me to Sunday school

They tried to teach me the golden rule

Every time the choir would sing

I would sit there playin' with my ding-a-ling-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

When pa started me to grammar school

I found a place in the best of youth

And every time the bell would ring

They would catch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-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

Once I was climbing the garden wall

Oh and I had an awful fall

I fell so hard, I heard bells ring

But I never let go of my ding-a-ling-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

I remember the girl next door

We used to play house on the kitchen floor

She would be the queen, I would be the king

Together we played with my ding-a-ling-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

This here song it ain't so sad

To those of you who never had

Silver bells hanging on a string

So you could play with your 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

Oh, come on, now everybody sing now

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 once more