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When I was a little biddy 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
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
Then mama took me to Grammar school
But I stopped off in the Besta Beau
Every time that bell would ring
Catch me playing 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 birds ring,
But held on to My ding-a-ling
Once I was swimming cross turtle creek
those snapping turtls were snapping at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding 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 playing with your own Ding-a-ling
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