When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me
a cute little toy
Two Silver bells
on a string
She told me it was
my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling
won't you play with
My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling
won't you play with
My Ding-A-Ling

When I was little boy
In Grammar school
Always went by
the very best rule
But everytime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing
with my ding-a-ling
Once while climbing
the garden wall,
Slipped and fell
had a very bad fall
I fell so hard
I heard birds sing,
But I held on to
My ding-a-ling

Once while swimming
cross turtle creek
Man them snappers
right at my feet
Sure was hard swimming
cross that thing
with both hands holding
My ding-a-ling
Now this here song
it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song
that you ever had
And those of you
who will not sing
must be playing with your
on ding-a-ling
.

Pedida por: Adriano Barreto

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Contribuição: Ivo Berzon E-Mail: berzon@consultoria.net