Ting-A-Ling

Well, I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls 'bout to drive me wild
Oh well, I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls 'bout to drive me wild
Well, 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 dance, the way they sing
Makes my heart go ting-a-ling
The way they dance, the way they sing
Makes my heart go ting-a-ling
Well they dance, they sing
And my heart goes ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling

Well, I'm young and I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be
Oh well, I'm young and I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be
Well, I'm young, I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be
I'm gonna find me a girl that sure looks fine to me

I watch her dance, I watch her sing
And my heart will go ting-a-ling
I watch her dance, I watch her sing
And my heart will go ting-a-ling
Well, I watch her dance, woo, watch her sing
And my heart 'ill go ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling



Credits
Writer(s): Ahmet Ertegün
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