 I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-lang-a-lang. Wants to call you on the telephone, baby. I give you a ring. But each time we talk, I get the same old thing. Always no hooky-nookies in till I get a wedding ring. My honey, my baby, don't put my love up on no shelf. She said, don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself.