Teksty: Chuck Berry. Other. My Ding A Ling.

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 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 took me took me to grammar school,
But I stopped off in the vestibue.
Every time that bell would ring,
Catch me playing with 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.

Once I was climbing 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.

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.

Once I was swimming across turtle creek,
Man, them snappers all around my feet.
Sure was hard swimming across that thing
With both hands holding my ding 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.

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

Your ding a ling, your ding a ling,
We saw you playing with your ding a ling.
My ding a ling, everybody sing,
I want to play with my ding,
Everybody, my ding a ling,
Oh my ding a ling,
I want to play with my ding a ling.