| When I was a little bitty boy
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| My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
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| Silver bells hanging on a string
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| She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| You know, then mama took me to Sunday school
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| They tried to teach me the golden rule
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| Everytime that choir would sing
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| Watch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| Once I was climbing the garden wall
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| I slipped and had a terrible fall
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| I fell so hard, I heard bells ring
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| But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| Once, I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek
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| Man, them snappers all around my feet
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| Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing
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| With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| This little song, it ain’t so sad
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| The cutest little song you ever had
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| Those of you who will not sing
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| You must be playin' with your own ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
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| I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
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| Your own ding-a-ling, your own ding-a-ling
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| We saw you playin' with your own ding-a-ling
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| My ding-a-ling, everybody sing
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| I wanna play with my ding-a-ling
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| I wanna play with my ding-a-ling |