Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Ding Dong Daddy, artist - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys. Album song Lone Star Rag, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 07.01.2007
Record label: Group
Song language: English
I'm A Ding Dong Daddy |
| I reckon you all don’t know me at all |
| I just got here today |
| My home is way down in a little town |
| It’s not so far away |
| Everybody for miles around |
| Calls me by my name |
| Now that I am in your fair town |
| You must do the same |
| For I’m a Ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a clean cut fellow from Horner’s Corner |
| Your ought to see me strut |
| I’m a caper cuttin' cutie |
| Got a gal called Katie |
| She’s a little heavy laden but I call her «Baby» |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a ping pong papa from Pitch Fork Prairie |
| You ought to see me strut |
| I’m a ding dong daddy |
| Got a whiz bang momma |
| She’s a Bear Creek baby and a wampus kitty |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a popcorn popper and a big apple knocker |
| You ought to see me strut |
| I’m a mamma makin' man |
| And I just made Mary |
| She’s a big blonde baby from Peanut Prairie |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a peach-pie papa from Jackson’s Hollow |
| You ought to see me strut |
| I’m a honey dippin' daddy |
| Got a hard hearted baby |
| She’s a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can’t shake me |
| 'Cause I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a jug jugglin' Jasper |
| From Flat Fork Flats, and |
| You ought to see me strut |
| I’m a corn-huskin' huskie |
| Got a gal called Cleta |
| She’s a flip flop flapper |
| But her brains are in her fee |
| Oh, I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |
| I’m a cider sipper |
| From Corn Cob Center |
| You ought to see me strut |
| I’m a high powered papa |
| Got a gal called Susie |
| She’s a fast movin' mamma |
| But she can’t love me, 'cause |
| I’m a ding dong daddy from Dumas |
| You ought to see me do my stuff |