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-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, and si-i-ing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

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

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-I'm young and I'm free-ee

And it's a real fine way to be

I want a fine young girl 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 si-i-ing

Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

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