Ching-A-Ling Lyrics

You're red pistol
Such a fine accessory
Chinese missiles
Rally the confederacy
Graveyard statues say the South will rise again
Right back at you
And your Italian tailored friends
And I've got sugar
I've got ice and Darjeeling
Tastes like murder

When the bells of freedom ring

Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright

You got stardust
You got piss and Gatorade
And you've got more trust in the enemies you made
I've got puzzles
We can solve between the sheets
Ain't no trouble to wash the blood off of my feet

Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright

I will take you
In the Shangri La Suite
I will melt you
Like ice sculpture in the heart
I'll forget you
But they'll still worship at your feet

Horns of light
Like a Moses by Chagall
You look just right
The way you're nailed up on my wall
Now I hear you ringing
Like a Summer ice cream truck
Gifts you're bringing
Leave me high and out of luck

Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling…I'm allright