| Song | Santa Rosa Rita |
| Artist | Brian Setzer |
| Album | Ignition! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Setzer, Winchester | |
| My little Santa Rosa Rita wore high heels on her feet | |
| A ring on every finger and a couple on her toes | |
| Well she told me where to meet her and then my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Showed me a thing or two I did not know | |
| Like how to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you really gotta meet her, she's my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| My little Santa Rosa Rita sure turns up the heat | |
| A little hotter when the music starts to sway | |
| And there ain't nobody sweeter than my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| To hold and listen to the music play | |
| I love to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on the hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you just can't beat her, she's my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| I wish I had not agreed to let my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Share a dance with anyone but me | |
| But the gentleman insisted and I had not resisted | |
| Now Santa Rosa's just a memory | |
| But I can swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you really gotta meet her, she's my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Well I guess I can't keep her, she's my Santa Rosa Rita |
| zuo ci : Setzer, Winchester | |
| My little Santa Rosa Rita wore high heels on her feet | |
| A ring on every finger and a couple on her toes | |
| Well she told me where to meet her and then my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Showed me a thing or two I did not know | |
| Like how to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you really gotta meet her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| My little Santa Rosa Rita sure turns up the heat | |
| A little hotter when the music starts to sway | |
| And there ain' t nobody sweeter than my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| To hold and listen to the music play | |
| I love to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on the hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you just can' t beat her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| I wish I had not agreed to let my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Share a dance with anyone but me | |
| But the gentleman insisted and I had not resisted | |
| Now Santa Rosa' s just a memory | |
| But I can swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you really gotta meet her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Well I guess I can' t keep her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita |
| zuò cí : Setzer, Winchester | |
| My little Santa Rosa Rita wore high heels on her feet | |
| A ring on every finger and a couple on her toes | |
| Well she told me where to meet her and then my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Showed me a thing or two I did not know | |
| Like how to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you really gotta meet her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| My little Santa Rosa Rita sure turns up the heat | |
| A little hotter when the music starts to sway | |
| And there ain' t nobody sweeter than my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| To hold and listen to the music play | |
| I love to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on the hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you just can' t beat her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| I wish I had not agreed to let my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Share a dance with anyone but me | |
| But the gentleman insisted and I had not resisted | |
| Now Santa Rosa' s just a memory | |
| But I can swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound | |
| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down | |
| Spin around again and never lose the beat | |
| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet | |
| Well you really gotta meet her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita | |
| Well I guess I can' t keep her, she' s my Santa Rosa Rita |