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…