My Ding‐a‐ling (live (1972/Lanchester Arts Festival)) Songtext
von Chuck Berry

We′ve got to do our alma mater
We must do our alma mater

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

Beautiful, you're beautiful, beautiful
And then momma took me to grammar school
But I stopped off in the best of youth
Everytime that bell would ring
Catch 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


Ah, that is beautiful
You know what I heard, I heard
I hear two girls over here singing in harmony
That's alright, honey
This is a free country, live like you wanna live, baby
Yeah, ain't nobody gonna knock it, darlin′
Yeah, freedom

Yessir, there′s one guy right over here singing my line too
That's alright, brother
Yessir, you got a right, baby
Ain′t nobody gonna bother you, I'm tellin′ you

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

You know that's future parliament out there singing?
Oh yeah (yeah)

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

That's so beautiful
I think that′s a beautiful little song, really I do
And guess what, everybody's still not singing
There′s a few right down front here that's not singing
We′re going to dedicate this verse to those who will not sing
Yessir

This here 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 want to play with my ding-

Everybody, my (ding-a-ling)
Oh my (ding-a-ling)
Slow down, I wanna play, everybody
With my ding-a-ling