Gimme Dat Ding The Pipkins

That's right, that's right, I'm sad and blue
'Cause I can't do the boogaloo
I'm lost, I'm lost, can't do my thing
That's why I sing "Gimme, gimme dat ding!"

Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding
(Oh, sing it one more time, mama)

Ah, gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding
(Ah, you ain't doing that late at night)

A-ooh, what good's a metronome without a bell for ringing?
(You're right, you're right, it's no use at all)
How else can anybody ever tell he swinging?
(Eh, they can't tell)
How can you tell the rhythm written on the bar?
(Well, you don't go too far, that's what you do)
How can you ever hope to know just where you are?
(Well you look around ya)
Gimme dat
(Gimma dat)
Gimme dat
(Gimma dat)
Gimme dat
(Gimma dat)
Gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
(Ah, gotcha)