The Telephone Song

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling goes the telephone
Ting-a-lingle-ingle-ingle goes my heart
Ting-a-ling goes the telephone
And I know that the fireworks will start
Could be the butcher
Or the baker
Or the man with some fish on his tray
Could be the grocer
Or the candle-stickle-maker
Or the boy across the way to say
Come on out, come on out on the telephone
Come on out and have a little fun tonight
Come on out, help us out and I’m all alone
And there’s nobody else here in sight
I know it could be
I’m sure it shoud be
I’m so frightened 'cause it mightn’t be, but then
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling goes the telephone
Ting-a-lingle goes my heart again
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling goes the telephone
Ting-a-lingle-ingle-ingle goes my heart
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling goes the telephone
And I know that the fireworks will start
Could be the butcher
Or the baker
Or the man with some fish on his tray
Could be the grocer
Or the candle-stickle-maker
Or the boy across the way to say
Come on out, come on out on the telephone
Come on out and have a little fun tonight
Come on out, help us out and I’m all alone
And there’s nobody else here in sight
I know it could be
I’m sure it should be
I’m so frightened that it mightn’t be, but then
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling goes the telephone
Ting-a-lingle goes my heart again
Again, again, again
Ting-a-lingle goes my heart again!