Ching-A-Ling Songtext

von David Bowie

While walking on Red Roosters Lawn
A char-faced man I'd spy
He blew into his handkerchief
And stuttered as he sighed
I wish I'd play the doodah horn
The doodah horn is fine
I'd sell my house and ferny coach
To make this daydream mine

Doodah doo, doodah

[Whilst flying through an azure cloud
A crystal girl I'd spy
She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue
And stuttered as she sighed
I wish to sing the Ching-A-Ling 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] (etc.)

[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]

Na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
[Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling]