My ding-a-ling    (intro)    (sample)

 

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1. 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                   

2. And then mama took me to grammar school,

         A                               D

    but I stopped off in the vestibule,

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    Ev'rytime that bell would ring

      A                                D

    catch me playing with my ding-a-ling.   + CHORUS

                          

     D                                     G               

3. Once I was climbing the garden walls,

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    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           

3. Once I was swimming cross turtle creek,

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    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.  + CHORUS

     D                            G              

5. Now this here song it ain't so sad,

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    the cuttest little song that you ever had.

        D                       G                

    Those of you who will not sing,

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    you must be playing with your own ding-a-ling. + CHORUS

 

             D                        G                  

6. 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.

 

(capo 1st)        

 

    (Chuck Berry)