My Ding-a-ling - Theme Team

When I was a little bitty boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hanging on a string

She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

You know, then mama took me to Sunday school

They tried to teach me the golden rule

Everytime that choir would sing

Watch me playin' with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play 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-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Once, I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek

Man, them snappers all around my feet

Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing

With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

This little 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, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling

I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Your own ding-a-ling, your own ding-a-ling

We saw you playin' with your own ding-a-ling

My ding-a-ling, everybody sing

I wanna play with my ding-a-ling

I wanna play with my ding-a-ling