Ting-A-Ling
(Verse)
Well, I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls about to drive me wild.
But I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls about to drive me wild.
Well, I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls about to drive me wild.
They be rock and rollin', call me angel-child.
(Chorus)
They way they laugh, the way they sing
It makes my heart go ting-a-ling.
The way they laugh, the way they sing
It makes my heart go ting-a-ling.
The way they laugh and sing
It makes my heart go ting-a-ling.
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling.
(Verse)
Well, I'm young and I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be.
Well, I'm young, well, I'm free,
And it's a real fine way to be.
Well, I'm young and I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be.
With a fine young thing to give her love to me.