Ching-a-Ling

While walking on Red Roosters Lawn 
char-faced man I'd spy 
He blew into his handkerchief 
And stuttered as he sighed 

I wish I'd play the doodah horn 
The doodah horn is fine 
I'd sell my house and ferny coach 
To make this daydream mine 

Doodah doo, doodah 

Whilst flying through an azure cloud 
crystal girl I'd spy 
She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue 
And stuttered as she sighed 

I wish to sing the Ching-A-Ling song 
Ching-A-Ling song is fine 
I'd give my jewels and caviar 
To make this daydream mine

Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling

While stepping through a heaven's eye 
Two lover souls we spied 
They wished the cloud boys sang to me 
cheerful happy cry 

We love to play our love-strong hearts 
No better do we know 
No gifts of money do we give 
For love is all we own

Na na na na na na, 
na na na na na na na na 

Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling