Songtext von Ding-A-Ling

When I was a little biddy 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 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 Grammar school Always went by the best of rule * Everytime that bell would ring 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 One day while climbing 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 One day while swimming cross turtle creek Man them snappers all 'round at my feet Was so hard swimming cross that thing with both hands holding my dingaling 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