| 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 hangin' on a string
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| She told me it was my ding a ling
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| My ding a ling, my ding a ling
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| I want 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 to play with my ding a ling
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| And then mother took me to Grammar School
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| But I stopped all in the vestibule
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| Every time that bell would ring
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| Catched me playin' 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
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| Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek
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| Many snappers all around my feet
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| Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
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| With both hands holdin' my ding a ling
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| This here 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 Your ding a ling, your ding a ling
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| We saw you playin' with your ding a ling
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| My ding a ling everybody sing
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| I want to play with my ding a ling |