I thought I found a lover, but she was just a fling and then I met a girl and felt a different thing it’s like you’re hit in the ring , like you’re pulled by a string can’t breathe like you’re chokin’ on a chicken wing it’s a thing called a ‘zing,’ and I wanted to sing and listen to the ballads of a man named ‘Sting’ baby looks in your eyes and it’s suddenly spring, like when Nala looked at Simba in The Lion King
Zingin’ in the air and I don’t have a care I’m wingin’ from the zing that we share
Zingin’ in the rain, now I’m feelin’ no pain
It’s a real time for celebrating, cuz you’re my zing
So listen all you zing-ers from here to Beijing, you better grab a box of strings and get ready to cling cuz if love was money, you’d be yellin’ “CHA CHING!” next to a zing, Cupid’s arrow is a little bee sting it was a ‘zing’ and a ‘zang’ and a ‘zing-a-deedee’ and there was only one lady in the zing for me cuz when you zing, when you zing, you better know one thing: the only thing you’re gonna sling is a wedding ring!
Zingin’ in the air-
Now I don’t have a care, I’m wingin’ from the zing that we share zingin’ in the rain, now I’m feelin’ no pain
It’s a real time for celebrating, cuz you’re my zing
To the zing y’all! Ba-da-bing, y’all! Gonna knock ya right outta that ring, y’all! Better bring y’all! Happening, y’all! Pay attention to the Undead King, y’all!