When I was a little bitty boy
my grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hangin' on a string
she told me it was my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
I want to play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
I want to play with my ding a ling
And then mother took me to Grammer School
But I stopped all in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
catched me playin' with my ding a ling
Once I was climbing 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
Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek
many snappers all around my feet
Shure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holdin' my ding a ling
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 playin' with your own ding a ling
My ding a ling Your ding a ling, your ding a ling
We saw you playin' with your ding a ling
My ding a ling everybody sing
I want to play with my ding a ling
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- Miscellaneous
- The Chess Years
- Motive Series
- Rock It
- Chuck Berry
- Bio
- San Francisco Dues
- Back Home
- Concerto In B Goode
- From St. Louie To Frisco
- Chuck Berry In Memphis
- Chuck Berry Is On Top
- One Dozen Berrys
- The Chess Box
- Chuck Berry In London
- Non-Album Releases
- Sweet Little Sixteen - (Digitally Re-Mastered 2010)
- Lo Mejor De Chuck Berry
- Have Mercy - His Complete Chess Recordings 1969 - 1974
- The Best Of Chuck Berry - Green Series