rings

Ring, ring, telephone ring
Somebody said, 'Baby, whatcha doing?'
Ive been wondering where youve been
Now and then
I think about you and me
No use fighting about things we cant recall
Cause it dont matter now at all
Just come on home and baby, well laugh and sing
And well make love, and let the telephone ring
Ring, ring, doorbell, ring
Baby, come on in,
I got Mel
Blanc on the radio
Im glad you came around
Been feeling down, talking to
Tony and Mario
You know they make good conversation
Still it aint no conciliation
Cause I got love and baby,
Ill give you some
And if somebody comes, well let the doorbell ring
I said ring, ring, golden ring around the sun
Around your pretty finger
Ring, ring, voices ring with a happy tune
Anybody can be a singer
The sun comes up across the city
I swear you never looked so young and pretty
Hand in hand, well stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the wedding bell ring
Hand in hand, well stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the wedding bell ring