Why - Rabies

When I was a little biddy boy

My grandma bought me a cute little toy

Two Silver bells on a string

She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school

Always went by the very best rule

But everytime the bell would ring

You’d catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,

Slipped and fell had a very bad fall

I fell so hard I heard birds sing,

But I held on to My ding-a-ling

Now this here song it ain’t so bad

Prettiest little song that you ever had

And those of you who will not sing

must be playing with your own Ding-a-ling

Why, why, why

Cause, I don’t give a fuck

Why, why, I don’t give a fuck

Why, why, I don’t give a fuck

Why, why, cause I don’t give a fuck

I don’t give a fuck