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Dinga-lingle-lingle, I ring your bell
Knock-ah, knock, knockie, knock at your door
The week of Hanukkah now is here
And you must be sad no more
I'll help you clean and scrubbity scrub
I'll dress you pretty and sweet, sweet, sweet
I'll dance you right out your door, door, door
And you must be sad no more
Here's my old man that drives my old horse
He's hitched up to my junky old cart
His clothes look older than you and me
But he talks with a song in his heart
Grandma tells tales of old Hanukkah times
Us kids walk all back to those years
She waves both her hands and a fire lights her eye
And she never looks sad anymore
Hanukkah time is a time for us all
To tell things that troubled our minds
To untie old knots of bad feelings we've had
And try not to look sad anymore
It's dinga-lingle-lingle, I dingle your bell
Yes, I knock-ah, knock, knock at your door
Eight days of sweet Hanukkah make me feel like new
So I don't look so sad anymore
It's dinga-lingle-lingle, I dingle your bell
Yes, I knock-ah, knock, knock at your door
Eight days of sweet Hanukkah make me feel like new
So I don't look so sad anymore