Rings Around Rosa

Your little sister's very pretty

And your dad works up 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

There's a Beatles song about this...

You know what I mean?

Oh I think that you know what I mean

So maybe around the breakfast table

While dad and daughter are rosy and bright

Paint me in a 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

Then I shall escort her to class

Do this dear friend that's all I ask

Because you owe me one

And I know the one that I want

Your little sister's very pretty

And your dad works up 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 cubs are lost

Release the hounds

Push has come to shove

And I know it's shite

Tell her I love

Tell him I fight