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Ching-A-LingWhilst flying through an azure cloudA crystal girl I'd spy She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue And stuttered as she sighed I wish to sing the chicken 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, ching-a-ling, Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, 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 A 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 Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling |