Chuck Berry - My Ding-A-Ling
May 23, 2004 13:38:59 GMT -5
Post by irock on May 23, 2004 13:38:59 GMT -5
If I remember correctly, this was Berry's only #1 pop song (from 1972, I think). Recorded live, it was ostensibly about "silver bells hanging on a string", but it was pretty hard not to take it as an ode to masterbation. Lots of people were offended by it. I thought it was funny as hell, although it did get tiresome quickly. It certainly wasn't one of Berry's best songs, but it was good for a laugh.
My Ding-A-Ling, by Chuck Berry
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.
And then mama took me took me to grammar school,
But I stopped off in the vestibue.
Every time that bell would ring,
Catch me playing 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.
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 swimming across turtle creek,
Man, them snappers all around my feet.
Sure was hard swimming across that thing
With both hands holding my ding 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 here so song, it ain't so sad.
The cutest little song you ever had.
Those of you who will not sing,
You must be playing with your own ding 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.
Your ding a ling, your ding a ling,
We saw you playing with your ding a ling.
My ding a ling, everybody sing,
I want to play with my ding,
Everybody, my ding a ling,
Oh my ding a ling,
I want to play with my ding a ling.
My Ding-A-Ling, by Chuck Berry
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.
And then mama took me took me to grammar school,
But I stopped off in the vestibue.
Every time that bell would ring,
Catch me playing 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.
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 swimming across turtle creek,
Man, them snappers all around my feet.
Sure was hard swimming across that thing
With both hands holding my ding 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 here so song, it ain't so sad.
The cutest little song you ever had.
Those of you who will not sing,
You must be playing with your own ding 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.
Your ding a ling, your ding a ling,
We saw you playing with your ding a ling.
My ding a ling, everybody sing,
I want to play with my ding,
Everybody, my ding a ling,
Oh my ding a ling,
I want to play with my ding a ling.
