When i was a little bitty boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hangin on a string

she told it was my ding a ling a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

and then mama to grammar school

but i stopped in the best of you

every time that bell would ring

catch me playing with my ding a ling a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

once i was climping 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

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

once i was swiming though turtle creek

man little snappers all around my feet

sure was hard swimming across that thing

with both hands holding my ding a ling a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

this here song it aint so sad

the cutes little song you ever had

those of you who will not sing

you must be playing with your own ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling

my ding a ling , my ding a ling...

wont you play with my ding a ling