My Ding-A-Ling (Live at Lanchester Arts Festival)

We got to do our Alma Mater, we must do our Alma Mater

When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Mmmm

And then then mama took me to grammar school
But I stopped off in the best of view
Everytime that bell would ring
Catch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Oh that is beautiful
You know what I heard
I heard- I hear two girls over here singing in harmony
That's alright honey
This is a free country, live like you wanna live baby yeah
Ain't nobody going my girl darling, mmm-hmm
Yeah freedom
Yes sir
One guy right over here singing my toe
That's alright brother, yes sir
You got it right baby
Ain't nobody goin' bother you

Once I was climbing the garden wall
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard, I heard bells ring
But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Mmmm
You know that future Polarmen out there singing
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Mmmm

Once, I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek
Man, them snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing
With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

Oh my ding-a-ling, oh my ding-a-ling
Oh I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Oh my ding-a-ling, oh my ding-a-ling
Oh I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

That's so beautiful
I think it's a beautiful little song, really I do
And guess what everybody still not singing
There's a few right down front here that's not singing
We're gonna dedicate this verse to those who will not sing
Yes sir
Mmmm

This little song, it ain't so sad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playin' with your own ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Oh Your own ding-a-ling, your own ding-a-ling
We saw you playin' with your own ding-a-ling
Oh My ding-a-ling, everybody sing
I want to play with my ding-a-ling
Everybody
My ding-a-ling, oh my ding-a-ling, slow down
I wanna play everybody, with my ding-a-ling



Credits
Writer(s): Dave Bartholomew, Sam Rhodes
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