DING, DONG, DING
(Robert Hargreaves / Stanley Damerell / ? Evans)

Billy Cotton & His Band


(Spoken)
A new version of the bells.
Yes, but not by Henry Irving.

Now listen laddie, I have a story

Now we’ve been entreated to sing like the birds
That tweet in the valleys and dells
Ah! But let’s improve that, or in other words
Let’s all try and sing like the bells

(Sung)
Ding, dong, ding,
Chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing
Ding, dong, ding,
Clear as a bell let it ring, ring, ring.
Let all us musical people
Sing like the bells in the steeple
Ding, dong, ding,
Simply chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing.

(Church Bells)
(Spoken)
The bells.
Yes, here comes the bride. Sweet thing,
Yers! And here comes her mother,
Dear old soul.
Ooh! And here come the bridegroom,
Poor blighter.

(Bells) (shouts of “Fire Fire!)
Hey, Abe, do you think that’s our fire they go to?
Shut your face, you fool,
Our fire ain’t till Tuesday.

(Phone rings)
Hello, hello, darling wifey, I won’t be home till late this evening, spending an
evening with a sick friend.
(Woman’s voice)
Alright, dear, don’t keep her out too late.

(Sung)
Let all us musical people
Sing like the bells in the steeple
Ding, dong, ding,
Simply chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing.


(Transcribed by Bill Huntley - December 2004)