My Ding-a-Ling lyrics
by Chuck Berry



My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling/ Chuck Berry 1972



When I was a little bitty 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 ever'time 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 swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek

Man them snappers right at my feet

Sure was hard swimmin' '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 own ding-a-ling