| Song | Rings Around Rosa |
| Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
| Album | Eugene McGuinness |
| 作曲 : McGuinness | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : McGuinness | |
| 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 |