On the stage Miss Julia sang a little song called 'Ting-a-ling'
She had lovely diamonds rare, she'd a lovely back all bare
One night some old Johnny in a box quite near
Fixed his eye-glass in and murmured, 'Julie Dear,

Chorus: Sing to me that Ting-a-ling-a-ling-ling song
Sing that haunting melody (I want to hear it)
All the bands are strumming, everybody's humming
I can feel it creeping over me,
(Fiddle up , fiddle up, let her go again)
Oh that tune, I've got it on the brain again
I could listen all day long
Over me comes a-stealing, that peculiar feeling
When I hear that Ting-a-ling-a-ling-ling song.'

Julie caught a millionaire and the wedding bells went ring-a-ding
Parson smiled upon the bride, Fixed his glasses on and sighed,
'Your face seems familiar, puzzles me somehow
Oh yes,' Parson giggled, 'I remember now.


Married life is quite all right, if you wed a nice old thing-a-ling
Who'll provide a cosy flat, lots of love and things like that
I'd like some nice boy who has a coaxing way
Just to kiss my baby brow, and softly say,

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