About the song
**Chuck Berry**, the pioneering guitarist and songwriter who helped define the sound of rock ‘n’ roll, released a number of iconic tracks during his illustrious career. One such song, **”My Ding-A-Ling”**, stands out for its infectious energy, catchy melody, and a certain playful naughtiness that has endeared it to audiences for decades.
Originally released in 1972, “My Ding-A-Ling” was a departure from Berry’s earlier, more serious rock ‘n’ roll anthems. Yet, it quickly became a beloved part of his repertoire, showcasing his versatility as a musician and his ability to connect with audiences on a variety of levels. The song’s upbeat tempo and simple, repetitive chorus make it easy to sing along to, while the suggestive lyrics add a touch of humor and irreverence.
The song’s popularity can be attributed in part to its catchy melody and Berry’s energetic performance. His guitar playing is as virtuosic as ever, with a driving rhythm that propels the song forward. The backing band provides a solid foundation, with tight drumming and steady basslines that complement Berry’s lead guitar.
While “My Ding-A-Ling” may not be as deep or meaningful as some of Berry’s other songs, it is undeniably fun and entertaining. The song’s cheerful tone and playful lyrics make it a perfect choice for a party or a night out with friends. It’s a testament to Berry’s enduring appeal that this track, released over 50 years ago, continues to resonate with audiences of all ages.
In conclusion, **”My Ding-A-Ling”** is a classic rock ‘n’ roll song that has stood the test of time. Its catchy melody, infectious energy, and playful lyrics make it a timeless favorite that continues to delight audiences around the world. Chuck Berry’s masterful guitar work and the band’s tight performance ensure that this track remains a must-listen for fans of rock ‘n’ roll and music lovers alike.
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Lyrics
When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, ohMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-lingYou know, then mama took me to Sunday school
They tried to teach me the golden rule
Everytime that choir would sing
Watch me playin’ with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, ohMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-lingOnce I was climbing the garden wall
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard, I heard bells ring
But held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling, ohMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-lingOnce, I was swimmin’ ‘cross Turtle Creek
Man, them snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimmin’ ‘cross that thing
With both hands holdin’ my ding-a-ling-a-ling, ohMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-lingThis little song, it ain’t so sad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playin’ with your own ding-a-lingMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-lingYour own ding-a-ling, your own ding-a-ling
We saw you playin’ with your own ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, everybody sing
I wanna play with my ding-a-ling
I wanna play with my ding-a-ling