My Ding-a-Ling-Dave Bartholomew

My Ding-A-Ling - Dave Bartholomew When I was a little biddy boy, My grandmother bought me a cute little toy. Silver bells hangin' 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 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! Then momma took me to Sunday school, They tried to teach me the golden rule. Ev'rytime the choir would sing, I'd take out my ding-a-ling-a-ling! Oh, my ding-a-ling... And then momma took me to Grammar school, But I stopped off in the vestibule. Ev'ry time that bell would ring, Catch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-a-ling! Oh, my ding-a-ling... Once I was climbin' the garden wall, I slipped and had a terrible fall. I fell so hard I heard bells ring, But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling! Oh, my ding-a-ling... I remember the girl next door, We used to play house on the kitchen floor. She'd be the queen, I'd be the king, And I let her play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling! Oh, my ding-a-ling... Once I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek, Man, them snappers all around my feet. Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing, With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling! Oh, my ding-a-ling... The girl downstairs, she's a big and bold, Grandma warned me, she's too old. She used to take me swingin' in a schoolyard swing, Swing down and take my ding-a-ling-a-ling! Oh, my ding-a-ling... This here song it ain't so sad, The cutest little song you ever had. Those of you who will not sing, You must be playin' with your own ding-a-ling! Oh, your ding-a-ling, oh, your ding-a-ling, We saw you playin' with your ding-a-ling! Well, my ding-a-ling, everybody sing, 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!