Writer(s): cahn/van heusen
Life is dull
Its nothing but one big lull
Then presto you do a skull
And find that youre reeling
She sighs and youre 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
Dont know if its morning, night-time, winter or spring
Whats the difference
Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding
She takes (grabs) your hand - this captivating creature
And like its planned - youre in the phone book
Looking (hunting) for the nearest preacher
Life is swell
Youre off to that small hotel
And somewhere a village bell
Will sound in the steeple
Announcing to people
Loves the loveliest thing
And the bell goes: "ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"