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 its morning,
night-time, winter or spring
What's the difference
Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding,
ring-a-ding ding

She takes your hand
this captivating creature
And like its planned, you're in the phone book
Looking 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"