Rings

Ring, ring, telephone ring Somebody said, "Baby, what'cha doing?" I've been wondering where you've been Now and then I think about you and me No use fighting about things we can't recall 'Cause it don't matter now at all Just come on home and baby, we'll laugh and sing And we'll make love, and let the telephone ring Ring, ring, doorbell, ring Baby, come on in, I got Mel Blanc on the radio I'm glad you came around I been feeling down, talking to Tony and Mario You know they make good conversation Still, it ain't no conciliation 'Cause I got love and baby, I'll give you some And if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring I said ring, ring, golden ring around the sun Around your pretty finger Ring, ring, voices ring with a happy tune Anybody can be a singer The sun comes up across the city And I swear you never looked so young and pretty Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring