Ding, dong!

Ding-dong, Avon calling.

Twelve o'clock, ding, ding, dong! it sounds upon the convent bell.

Because to Jim Dooley, his deal with Woodbody and Scott's manuscripts are all just so much ding-dong for the freesias.

I rang the doorbell. Ding-dong! No answer.

"Ding-dong-ditch" means you kill her, then you throw that ding-dong into a ditch.

"You have heard for Mary and John and Ding Dong...?" "Apparently, all était a little..."

After that I'm going to take out my huge ding dong and stick it right in your dooooooo.

And the bell goes ding-dong But boom!

And then you'll have to explain why there's a picture of my ding-dong on your phone.