Ling Ling Zing Zing

Verse 1

She walks

Through the front door

Looking like a tiny doll

Five feet high if she stands tall

Heavy frames

Resting on her nose

But man those jeans she chose

Look at how that denim flows

Tight

Real tight

Chorus

Ling Ling

You make my thing thing sing sing

Your bell

I wanna ring ring

Make you go ding ding

Ling Ling

My heart goes zing zing

You got it all

Yeah you got it all

Verse 2

Her glass

Thick like a bottle

See her squinting at the menu

Prettiest girl in the venue

Cat eye

Flicked out in black ink

Makes a fella start to blink

Harder than you might think

Sharp

So sharp

Chorus

Ling Ling

You make my thing thing sing sing

Your bell

I wanna ring ring

Make you go ding ding

Ling Ling

My heart goes zing zing

You got it all

Yeah you got it all

Guitar Solo

Bridge

Maybe she is shy

Maybe she is sweet

Maybe she is the reason I can't eat

I see her

I want her

I need her

Right now

Verse 3

Small

Just a pocket rocket

Pocket full of silver dimes

Reading books a thousand times

Tiny

Built like a dancer

She is the only answer

To my lucky necromancer

Pocket

My pocket

Chorus

Ling Ling

You make my thing thing sing sing

Your bell

I wanna ring ring

Make you go ding ding

Ling Ling

My heart goes zing zing

You got it all

Yeah you got it all

Outro

Ring ring

Ring ring

Goes the bell

Ding ding

Ding ding

Ling Ling

Ling Ling

Yeah

She's mine