Ting-A-Ling

Well, I'm just a poor young boy And these girls 'bout to drive me wild Oh well, I'm just a poor young boy And these girls 'bout to drive me wild Well, I'm just a poor young boy And these girls 'bout to drive me wild The way they rock and roll and call me, angel child The way they dance, the way they sing Makes my heart go ting-a-ling The way they dance, the way they sing Makes my heart go ting-a-ling Well they dance, they sing And my heart goes ting-a-ling Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling Well, I'm young and I'm free And it's a real fine way to be Oh well, I'm young and I'm free And it's a real fine way to be Well, I'm young, I'm free And it's a real fine way to be I'm gonna find me a girl that sure looks fine to me I watch her dance, I watch her sing And my heart will go ting-a-ling I watch her dance, I watch her sing And my heart will go ting-a-ling Well, I watch her dance, woo, watch her sing And my heart 'ill go ting-a-ling Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling