When I was a little bitty boy

my grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hangin' on a string

she told me it was my 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

I want to play with my ding a ling



And then mother took me to Grammer School

But I stopped all in the vestibule

Every time that bell would ring

catched me playin' 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



Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek

many snappers all around my feet

Shure was hard swimming cross that thing

with both hands holdin' my ding a ling



This here song it aint 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

My ding a ling



Your ding a ling, your ding a ling

We saw you playin' with your ding a ling

My ding a ling everybody sing

I want to play with my ding a ling