D               G
    When I was a little biddy boy
         A                     D
    my grandmother bought me a cute little toy.
     D                   G
    Silver bells hanging on a string,
        A                D
    she told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

 D              G
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 A                  D
won't you play with my ding-a-ling.
                G
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 A                  D
won't you play with my ding-a-ling.

              D               G
    And then mama took me to grammar school,
       A                      D
    but I stopped off in the vestibule,
                    G
    Ev'rytime that bell would ring
     A                    D
    catch me playing with my ding-a-ling.

    D                        G
    Once I was climbing the garden walls,
       A                 D
    I slipped and had a terrible fall.
     D               G
   I fell so hard I heard bells ring,
         A             D
    but held on to my ding-a-ling

     D                         G
    Once I was swimming cross turtle creek,
     A                      D
    man them snappers all around my feet.
    D                       G
   Sure was hard swimming cross that thing,
         A                     D
    with both hands holding my ding-a-ling-a-ling.

    D                  G
    Now this here song it ain't so sad,
         A                        D
    the cuttest little song that you ever had.
      D              G
    Those of you who will not sing,
         A                         D
    you must be playing with your own ding-a-ling.

         D                 G
    Oh, your ding-a-ling, your ding-a-ling,
        A                    D
    we saw you playing with your ding-a-ling.
                        G
    Oh, my ding-a-ling, ev'rybody sing,
       A                    D
    I want to play with my ding-a-ling.
     D              G
    My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
     A                  D
    won't you play with my ding-a-ling.