Writer(s): cahn/van heusen Life is dull It's nothing but one big lull Then presto you do a skull And find that you're reeling She sighs and you're feeling Like a toy on a string And your heart goes: ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding How could that funny face That seemed to be common place Project you right in to space Without any warning Don't know if it's morning, night-time, winter or spring What's the difference Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding She takes (grabs) your hand - this captivating creature And like it's planned - you're in the phone book Looking (hunting) for the nearest preacher Life is swell You're off to that small hotel And somewhere a village bell Will sound in the steeple Announcing to people Love's the loveliest thing And the bell goes: ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding
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