Waiting For the Ring-A-Ling

When I was a but little tiny girl, my Mama bought me a fine ring to twirl. One gold ring for my small finger reminding me of man’s up coming zinger! My Ring-A-Ling, My Ring- A- Ling, WAIT for ONE man, that’s the thing! My Ring-A-Ling, My Ring- A- Ling, WAIT for ONE man, that’s the thing! Then as a prim girl in Catholic school, I always remembered that “waiting” rule, and every time that ring I would turn a naughty boys kisses I would just spurn! Once while hiding and they playing go seek up a tree I went and the boys did PEEK! I beaned them with apples and that ain’t all, they cried for their Mama’s, what caterwaul! Now, the moral of this song, well, hear's the thing, don’t kiss those boys 'TILL YOU'RE WEARING A RING! And, if you can’t remember you can JUST SING! I’m waitin' for ONE MAN to give me that thing!;) My Ring-A-Ling, My Ring- A- Ling, WAIT for ONE man, that’s the thing! My Ring-A-Ling, My Ring- A- Ling, WAIT for ONE man, that’s the thing! * Special thanks to CHUCK BERRY!