My Ding-a-Ling

Lyrics

Well now, let me tell you about my favorite thing. It's not very big, it's not very grand. But on a summer day... oh, it's the best sound in the land. Grandma gave it to me, I think it was back in 1955. Brought it home from the hardware store. Just a few silver tubes and a wooden disc, Hanging by a string right next to the screen door. It doesn't do much when the air is still. Just hangs there quiet, waiting for a thrill. Oh, everybody wants to play with my ding-a-ling! The postman smiles when he hears my ding-a-ling! It starts so soft, then it really starts to swing, When the afternoon breeze makes it sing! Oh, how I love my ding-a-ling! I'll be sitting out here, shelling peas in a bowl, Or sipping on some ice-cold tea. A little puff of wind comes 'round the corner of the house, And it starts to talk, just for me. A little tinkle-tinkle, a little clack-clack-clack. Once it gets going, there's no turning back. Oh, everybody wants to play with my ding-a-ling! The neighbors listen when they hear my ding-a-ling! It starts so soft, then it really starts to swing, When the afternoon breeze makes it sing! Oh, how I love my ding-a-ling! There was one time, a big old thunderstorm in July of 1968. The wind got fierce, oh my goodness, it was late! And it just went wild! Banging and a-clanging all through the night. Sounded like a symphony, a real spectacular sight! You could hear it all the way down on Elm Street, they said. Didn't get much sleep in my bed! Oh, everybody heard me playing with my ding-a-ling! The whole darn town heard my ding-a-ling! It started soft, then it really had its fling! When that big old wind made it sing! Oh, how I love my ding-a-ling! ...a-ling. Yep. Best thing on the whole porch.