David Bartholemew — 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