Ting-A-Ling

Well, I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls 'bout to drive me wild
I said, I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls 'bout to drive me wild
Now 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 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, sing
Makes my heart go ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling

Oh, stop it now
Ow

Now I'm young and I'm free
And that's a real fine way to be
I said, I'm young and I'm free
And that's a real fine way to be
Now I'm young and I'm free
And that's a real fine way to be
I want a nice young girl who will be so good to me

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
Oh, the way they laugh, sing
Makes my heart go ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling