My Ding-A-Ling

I have a little girl, her name is Sing

She likes to play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling is the cutest thing

When Sing plays with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

Oh my, it’s the greatest thing

My ding-a-ling is the greatest thing

When Sing plays with my ding-a-ling

When you are young and you are on the go

Your ding-a-ling won’t ever get sore

But when you are old and you lost your sting

You don’t need the doggone thing

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

Oh my, it’s the greatest thing

My ding-a-ling is the cutest thing

When Sing plays with my ding-a-ling

There’s a little girl, she lives next door

I like to play with her Yo-Yo

She likes to play with my Yo-Yo string

But she will not play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

Oh my, it’s the cutest thing

My ding-a ling is the cutest thing

When Sing plays with my Ding-a-Ling