Paroles de Why

When I was a little biddy boy My grandma bought me a cute little toy Two Silver bells on a string She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling When I was little boy In Grammar school Always went by the very best rule But everytime the bell would ring You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling Once while climbing the garden wall, Slipped and fell had a very bad fall I fell so hard I heard birds sing, But I held on to My ding-a-ling Now this here song it ain't so bad Prettiest little song that you ever had And those of you who will not sing must be playing with your own Ding-a-ling Why, why, why Cause, I don't give a fuck Why, why, I don't give a fuck Why, why, I don't give a fuck Why, why, cause I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck