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"