When I was a little biddy boy My grandma bought me a cute little toy Two Silver bells on a string She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling
When I was little boy In Grammar school Always went by the very best rule But everytime the bell would ring You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling
Once while climbing the garden wall, Slipped and fell had a very bad fall I fell so hard I heard birds sing, But I held on to My ding-a-ling
Now this here song it ain't so bad Prettiest little song that you ever had And those of you who will not sing Must be playing with your own Ding-a-ling
Why, why, why Cause, I don't give a fuck Why, why, I don't give a fuck Why, why, I don't give a fuck Why, why, cause I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck
Compositores: Bruce Graham Brand (Bruce Brand) (PRS), Daniel Sam Benedict Whaley (Dan Whaley) (PRS), Mark William Braby (Mark Rabies) (PRS), Michael CocksedgeEditor: Bucks Music Group Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #41520491 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM