My Ding-a-Ling (Live)

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 to play with my ding-a-ling My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling I want to play with my ding-a-ling When mama took me to Sunday school They tried to teach me the golden rule Every time the choir would sing I would sit there playin' with my ding-a-ling-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 When pa started me to grammar school I found a place in the best of youth And every time the bell would ring They would catch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-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 Once I was climbing the garden wall Oh and I had an awful fall I fell so hard, I heard bells ring But I never let go of my ding-a-ling-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 I remember the girl next door We used to play house on the kitchen floor She would be the queen, I would be the king Together we played with my ding-a-ling-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 This here song it ain't so sad To those of you who never had Silver bells hanging on a string So you could play with your 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 Oh, come on, now everybody sing now 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 once more