Ting-A-Ling

Well, now I'm just a poor young boy

And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

Yeah, I'm just a poor young boy

And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

Yeah, I'm just a poor young boy

And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

They way they rock and roll and hold me, angel child

The way they laugh, the way they sing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

The way they laugh, the way they sing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

The way they laugh and sing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling

Ting-a-ling, ling-a-ling

Stop it now, oh

Well, I'm young and I'm free

And it's a real fine way to be

Yeah, I'm young and I'm free

And it's a real fine way to be

Yeah, I'm young and I'm free

And it's a real fine way to be

I want a fine young gal that is so nice and free

The way they laugh, the way they sing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

The way they laugh, the way they sing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

The way they laugh and sing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling