| D | G | | When I was a | little bitty boy |
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| A | D | | My | Grandmother gave me a | cute little toy |
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| D | G | | Silver bells hanging | on a string |
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| A | D | | She | told me it was my | ding-a-ling-a-ling |
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| | | D | G | | | | My ding-a-ling, | my ding-a-ling |
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| | | A | D | | | | Won't you play with | my ding-a-ling |
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| | | D | G | | | | My ding-a-ling, | my ding-a-ling |
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| | | A | D | | | I | want you to play with my | ding-a-ling-a-ling |
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Mama took me to grammar school, |
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But I stopped off in the vestibule, |
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Ev'rytime that bell would ring |
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They'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling-a-ling |
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Once I was climbing the garden wall, |
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I slipped and had a terrible fall. |
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I fell so hard I heard bells ring, |
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But I held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling |
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As I was swimming cross turtle creek, |
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Man, them snappers all around my feet. |
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Sure was hard swimming cross that thing, |
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With both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling |
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Now this here song it ain't so sad, |
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The cutest little song that you ever had. |
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Those of you who will not sing, |
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You must be playing with your own ding-a-ling. |
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Oh, your ding-a-ling, your ding-a-ling, |
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We caught you playing with your ding-a-ling. |
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Your ding-a-ling, ev'rybody sing, |
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I want you to play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling. |
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My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, |
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Won't you play with my ding-a-ling. |
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My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, |
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I want you play with my ding-a-ling |
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