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When I was a little biddy boy |
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My grandma bought me a cute little toy |
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Two Silver bells on a string |
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She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling |
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My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling |
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My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling |
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When I was little boy In Grammar school |
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Always went by the very best rule |
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But Evertime the bell would ring |
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You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling |
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Once while climbing the garden wall, |
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Slipped and fell had a very bad fall |
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I fell so hard I heard birds sing, |
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But I held on to My ding-a-ling |
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Once while swimming cross turtle creek |
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Man them snappers right at my feet |
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Sure was hard swimming cross that thing |
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with both hands holding my dingaling |
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Now this here song it ain't so bad |
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Prettiest little song that you ever had |
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And those of you who will not sing |
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must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling |
