When I was a baby I had a crying spell Grandma bought me a toy bellShe gave it to me when it started to ring Grandma called it my ding-a-lingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling Oh, my, it's the cutest thingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling When she plays with my ding-a-lingThere was a girl who lived next door I wanted to play with her yo-yoI played with her yo-yo on the screen And she played with my ding-a-lingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling Oh, my, it's the cutest thingMy 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 ruleWhen the choir stood up to sing I was playing with my ding-a-lingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling Oh, my, it's the cutest thingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling When she plays with my ding-a-lingWhen you're young and on the go Your ding-a-ling won't ever get oldWhen you're old and you lost your sting You won't need the doggone thingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling Oh, my, it's the cutest thingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling When she plays with my ding-a-ling. . .