The Fooles Troupe Routine

The Grand Duchess, She called me forth,
 My Bardic work for what it's worth,
Golden bell upon a string,
 She told me it was my Ding-a-Ling-a-Ling.

Oh my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
 I want you to look at my ding-a-ling,
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to look at my ding-a-ling.

To Great Court at Pennsic I went,
 But I stopped off in the kitchen tent.
When it came my turn to sing,
 They found me playing with my ding-a-ling-a-ling.

Oh my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to play with my ding-a-ling,
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.

When the Princess heard I was there,
 She called me forth before her chair,
Before she would let me sing,
 She wanted to play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling.

Oh my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 She wanted to play with my ding-a-ling,
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 She wanted to play with my ding-a-ling.

Of course the Prince, when he heard the last verse,
 Challenged me to fight, for better or worse,
Hit me so hard, I heard bells ring,
 But at least he didn't break my ding-a-ling-a-ling.

Oh my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to play with my ding-a-ling,
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.

This little song, it be not sad,
 Cutest little song you ever had.
Those of you who would not sing,
 You must have been playing with your own ding-a-ling.

Oh my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to play with my ding-a-ling,
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
 I want you to play with my ding-a-ling.