Chuck Berry - My Ding-a-Ling

Chuck Berry - My Ding-a-Ling\r
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Lyrics/Letra:\r
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When I was a little biddy boy\r
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy\r
Silver bells hanging on a string\r
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling\r
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My Ding-A-Ling\r
My Ding-A-Ling\r
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.\r
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My Ding-A-Ling\r
My Ding-A-Ling\r
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling\r
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Then mama took me to Grammar school\r
But I stopped off in the vestibule\r
Every time that bell would ring\r
Catch me playing with my ding-a-ling\r
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My Ding-A-Ling\r
My Ding-A-Ling\r
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.\r
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Once I was climbing the garden wall,\r
I slipped and had a terrible fall\r
I fell so hard I heard birds ring,\r
But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling\r
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My Ding-A-Ling\r
My Ding-A-Ling\r
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.\r
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Once I was swimming cross Turtle Creek\r
Those snapping turtles were snapping at my feet\r
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing\r
With both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling\r
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My Ding-A-Ling\r
My Ding-A-Ling\r
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.\r
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This here song it aint so sad\r
The cutest little song you ever had\r
Those of you who will not sing\r
You must be playing with your own ding-a-ling