Il testo della My ding-a-ling-a-ling

Chuck Berry

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

Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Then mama took me to sunday school
They tried to teach me the golden rule
But when the choir would stand and sing
I'd sit there and play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling

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Then mama took me to grammar school
But i stopped off in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
Catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

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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-a-ling

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Once i was swimming 'cross turtle creek
Those snapping turtles were snapping at my feet
Sure was hard swimming 'cross that thing
With both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling

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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