Rings Around Rosa

Your little sister's very pretty

And your dad works in the city

And it's not the first time

That a boy like me has rhymed those words

So I thought I'd run it past you

‘Cause I need a song about this

You know what I mean

Oh, I think that you know what I mean



Maybe round the breakfast table

While Dad and daughter are rosy and bright

Baby, in the favourable light

Tell her I love, tell him I fight



And later on at the bus shelter

Turn up and pretend you forgot your pass

And I shall escort her to class

Do this, dear friend, that's all I ask



‘Cause you owe me one, and I know the one that I want



Your little sister's very pretty

And your dad works in the city

And it's not the first time

That a boy like me has rhymed those words



And you owe me one, and I know the one that I want



The gloves are off

A pound for a pound

The cuffs are lost

Release the hounds

Pushes come to shove

And I know trite

Tell her I love

Tell him… I fight