| Life is dull
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| It’s nothing but one big lull
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| Then presto you do a skull
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| And find that you’re reeling
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| She sighs and you’re feeling
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| Like a toy on a string
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| And your heart goes: «Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding»
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| How could that funny face
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| That seemed to be common place
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| Project you right in to space
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| Without any warning
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| Don’t know if its morning, night-time, winter or spring
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| What’s the difference
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| Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding
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| She takes (grabs) your hand — this captivating creature
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| And like its planned — you’re in the phone book
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| Looking (Hunting) for the nearest preacher
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| Life is swell
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| You’re off to that small hotel
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| And somewhere a village bell
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| Will sound in the steeple
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| Announcing to people
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| Love’s the loveliest thing
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| And the bell goes: «Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding» |