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When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hangin on a string
She told it was my ding a ling a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
And then mama to grammar school
Aut I stopped in the best of you
Every time that bell would ring
Catch me playing with my ding a ling a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
Once I was climping the garden wall
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard I heard bells ring
But held on to my ding a ling a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
Once I was swiming though turtle creek
Man little snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimming across that thing
With both hands holding my ding a ling a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
This here song it ain't so sad
The cutes little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playing with your own ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
Won't you play with my ding a ling
Composição: Chuck Berry
