When I was a little bitty boy
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my grandmother bought me a cute little toy
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Silver bells hangin' on a string
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she told me it was my ding a ling
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My ding a ling, my ding a ling
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I want to play with my ding a ling
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My ding a ling, my ding a ling
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I want to play with my ding a ling
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And then mother took me to Grammer School
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But I stopped all in the vestibule
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Every time that bell would ring
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catched me playin' with my ding 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 held on to my ding a ling
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Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek
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many snappers all around my feet
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Shure was hard swimming cross that thing
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with both hands holdin' my ding a ling
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This here song it ain't so sad
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the cutest little song you ever had
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those of you who will not sing
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You must be playin' with your own ding a ling
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My ding a ling Your ding a ling, your ding a ling
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We saw you playin' with your ding a ling
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My ding a ling everybody sing
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I want to play with my ding a ling
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My Ding A Ling
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| Chuck Berry |
