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"