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 (grabs) your hand - this captivating creature And like its 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"