| The boys were singing shing-a-ling
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| The summer night we met
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| You were tan and seventeen
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| O how could I forget
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| When every star from near and far
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| Was watching from above
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| Watching two teenagers fall in love
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| The way we danced was not a dance
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| But more a long embrace
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| We held on to each other and
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| We floated there in space
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| And I was shy to kiss you while
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| The whole wide world could see
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| So shing-a-ling said everything for me
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| And O the poor old old folks
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| They thought we’d lost our minds
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| They could not make heads or tails
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| Of the young folks' funny rhymes
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| But you and I knew all the words
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| And we always sang along to
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| O sham-a-ling-dong-ding
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| Sham-a-ling-dang-dong
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| So after years and after tears
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| And after summers past
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| The old folks tried to warn us
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| How our love would never last
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| And all we’d get was soaking wet
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| From walking in the rain
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| And singing sham-a-shing-a-ling again
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| And O the poor old old folks
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| They smile and walk away
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| But I bet they did some
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| Sham-a-lama-ding-dong in their day
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| I bet that they still close their eyes
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| And I bet they sing along to
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| O sham-a-ling-dong-ding
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| Sham-a-ling-dang-dong
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| O those sweet old love songs
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| Every word rings true
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| Sham-a-ling-dong-ding means sweetheart
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| Sham-a-ling-dang-dong does too
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| And it means that right here in my arms
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| That’s where you belong
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| And it means sham-a-ling-dong-ding
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| Sham-a-ling-dang-dong |