Toy Bell (09-10-54) - The Bees, Bartholomew

Then I was a babe I had a crying spell

Grandma bought me a toy bell

She gave it to me when it started to ring

And she called it my ding-a-ling

Oh, my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

On my it’s the cutest thing

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

When she plays with my ding-a-ling

There was girl next door

I want to play with her yo-yo

I played with her yo-yo on the string

And she played with my ding-a-ling

Oh, my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

On my it’s the cutest thing

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

When she plays with my ding-a-ling

When I was a boy in Sunday school

The preacher preached his golden rule

When the choir stood up to sing

I played was playing with my ding-a-ling

Oh, my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

On my it’s the cutest thing

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

When she plays with my ding-a-ling

When you’re young and on the go

You’re ding-a-ling won’t ever get sore.

When you’re old and you’ve lost your sting

You won’t need the darned old thing.

Oh, my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

On my it’s the cutest thing

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

When she plays with my ding-a-ling