Lyrics My Ding-a-Ling - Leaders Of The New School

My Ding-a-Ling

Yo, mom, I’m gonna go watch some cartoons
Ok Wilmur, throw a rock, threw well
Rope pulls you up, into window
Wild out, ok, woo woo?
Throw a rock!
That’s the answer!
I ring a bell from hell, I make a devil go to class
Tell the old people goodie, that it’s a preacher without a pass
Loose the I went, make the I vent
Blow up a hole through a P.A., I smash it (Bam!)
Like a bam-bam god damn
Double dunk, feel the funk of a super slam
I scored a hit, and when it hits
You wanna flip, and do some flips and take tricks
But stop, now get that out your mind
But it’s mine, so it’s mine for the time that I rhyme and sing
Come on, My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling
A brain is full, but a skull is empty
So how many people out there have ding-a-ling, a-ling
(Bring-a-linga-ling)
Now I sing (My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling)
They call me a weirdo, a one man poncho
But I’m just dink, I want a ding-a-ling-ego
Making no sense, nonsense, incense
Innocence, nonsense is no sense
What should I do about a comet?
Chew on a steak, drink a V8 and vomit?
(No!)
Best on the ball pit, I’m on a flip tip
So many eras, so I send 'em on a quick trip
They grip and grab, but I dip and dab
Like a yellow cat man 'cause I skip the tab
Of a thought, a rhyme sort, or thing
On the uppity-up, the ding-a-ling you sing
Because you know what’s yours, and yours is yours
Some like 9 to 5's, I like toys
If I’m not a win, then when is now?
Somehow, anyhow, this is how you sing
(My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling
A brain is full, but a skull is empty
So how many people out there have ding-a-ling, a-ling
(Bring-a-linga-ling)
Now I sing (My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling)
I use words with trained verbs to get my point across
(Word is born) Yeah I hope, so is yours (Bass)
So now I put a ding-dong-ding-a-ling
Ring on or sing along, get a pontoon (Pop!)
99 red ballons go by, but for the 90's one replied
With a pop of his own, to give a bang for the gang
'Cause she’s sure to loose something
To let you all know or hang
Like a bat, not a black cat, I wore this not that
Double dutch, want a crutch may at first seem whack
But hey, what you say, you might as well bring
(Come off, come off, come off)
(My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling
A brain is full, but a skull is empty
So how many people out there have ding-a-ling, a-ling
(Bring-a-linga-ling)
Now I sing (My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling, come on)
My ding-a-ling, huh, my ding-a-ling (Everybody!)
My ding-a-ling, come on, my ding-a-ling, huh
My ding-a-ling, yeah, my ding-a-ling, huh
My ding-a-ling, yeah, my ding-a-ling, come on
My ding-a-ling, yeah, my ding-a-ling, huh