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My Ding-a-Ling

Song composer: Chuck Berry

Lyrics author: Chuck Berry

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	When I was a	little bitty boy

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My	Grandmother gave me a	cute little toy

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	Silver bells hanging	on a string

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She	told me it was 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 to play with my	ding-a-ling-a-ling

Mama took me to grammar school,

But I stopped off in the vestibule,

Ev'rytime that bell would ring

They'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling-a-ling

Once I was climbing the garden wall,

I slipped and had a terrible fall.

I fell so hard I heard bells ring,

But I held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling

As I was swimming cross turtle creek,

Man, them snappers all around my feet.

Sure was hard swimming cross that thing,

With both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling

Now this here song it ain't so sad,

The cutest little song that you ever had.

Those of you who will not sing,

You must be playing with your own ding-a-ling.

Oh, your ding-a-ling, your ding-a-ling,

We caught you playing with your ding-a-ling.

Your ding-a-ling, ev'rybody sing,

I want you to play with 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,

I want you play with my ding-a-ling

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