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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 You know, then mama took me to Sunday school They tried to teach me the golden rule Everytime that choir would sing Watch 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 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 Letras de cancionesI 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 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 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 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 Your own ding-a-ling, your own ding-a-ling We saw you playin' with your own ding-a-ling My ding-a-ling, everybody sing I wanna play with my ding-a-ling I wanna play with my ding-a-ling From Letras Mania