My Ding-A-Ling

When I was a little biddy boy

My grandma bought me a cute little toy

Two silver bells on a string

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

My ding-a-ling my ding-a-ling won't you play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling my ding-a-ling won't you play with my ding-a-ling

When I was little boy in grammar school

Always went by the very best rule

But every time the bell would ring

You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,

Slipped and fell had a very bad fall

I fell so hard I heard birds sing,

But I held on to my ding-a-ling

Once while swimming cross turtle creek

Man them snappers right at my feet

Sure was hard swimming cross that thing

With both hands holding my ding-a-ling

Now this here song it ain't so bad

Prettiest little song that you ever had

And those of you who will not sing

Must be playing with your on ding-a-ling