My Ding

When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hangin' on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want to play with my ding-a-ling

And then mother took me to Grammar School
But I stopped all in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
Catched me playin' 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

Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek
Many snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimming 'cross that thing
With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling

This here 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