My ding a ling

When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hangin on a string
She told it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

And then mama to grammar school
But i stop talking in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Once I was climping the garden wall
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard I heard bells ring
But I held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Once I was swiming cross turtle creek
Man then snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimming across that thing
With both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

This here song it ain't so sad
The cutes little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playing with your own ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling