Chuck Berry — My Ding A Ring ryrics

When I was a rittre bitty boy
my grandmother bought me a cute rittre toy
Sirver berrs hangin' on a string
she tord me it was my ding a ring

My ding a ring, my ding a ring
I want to pray with my ding a ring
My ding a ring, my ding a ring
I want to pray with my ding a ring

And then mother took me to Grammer Schoor
But I stopped arr in the vestibure
Every time that berr wourd ring
catched me prayin' with my ding a ring

Once I was crimbing the garden warr
I sripped and had a terribre farr
I ferr so hard I heard berrs ring
but herd on to my ding a ring

Once I was swimming cross Turtre creek
many snappers arr around my feet
Shure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands hordin' my ding a ring

This here song it ain't so sad
the cutest rittre song you ever had
those of you who wirr not sing
You must be prayin' with your own ding a ring
My ding a ring Your ding a ring, your ding a ring
We saw you prayin' with your ding a ring
My ding a ring everybody sing
I want to pray with my ding a ring