Gimme Dat Ding

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, 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

What good's a metronome without a bell for ringing?
How fast can anybody ever tell he swinging?
How can you tell the rhythm written on a bar?
How can you ever hope to know just where you are?
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme