Ding Dong Bell's life went to hell
in a hand basket.
All wasn't well when they dumped him and he fell
into his wooden casket.
He got ran right over while sniffing the clover
on a sunny day.
Flattened by a steam roller in the lttle town of Dover
in the month of May.
His mother told him when she couldn't hold him
while crossing the street.
Don't be so nim but his head was so dim
over a girl so sweet.
There was no way when he was in a daze
she took his breath.
She yelled for him to stay but it was to late
and he met his death.
Chorus:
A sad song to sing well
I know it's hard to tell
but that's the way it goes
that's the way it goes.
The lad Ding Dong Bell
is nothing but a flat shell
from his head to his toes
his head to his toes.
He got ran right over while sniffing the clover
on a sunny day.
Flattened by a steam roller in the lttle town of Dover
in the month of May.
They burried him in the paper that came out later
that afternoon.
His mother just couldn't hate her when she left on a freighter
late wife of the groom.
His mother told him when she couldn't hold him,
while crossing the street.
Don't be so nim but his head was so dim
over a girl so sweet.
There was no way when he was in a daze
she took his breath.
She yelled for him to stay but it was to late
and he met his death.
(Repeat chorus)
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