歌詞
In my early childhood days when December seemed like May
Ring Around the Rosie with the boys I used to play
Tommy, Andy, Harold, Joe, ate my candy, then would go
I tried to please them all, you know, that's why not one became my beau
Too many rings around Rosie will never get Rosie a ring
Too many beaus when she should have one
You know will never bring her a ring around her finger
One little name to remember is better than having a string
It doesn't hurt to flirt a bit, just use it as bait
Make your match, make your catch, before it's too late
Too many rings around Rosie will never get Rosie a ring
Men are only grown up boys, pretty ladies are their toys
Here, today, tomorrow, they're in search of grater joys
Still, it's nice to have a few, all go loco over you
Still one ring to call your own is worth a half a dozen on the phone
Too many rings around Rosie will never get Rosie a ring
Too many beaus when she should have one
You know will never bring her a ring around her finger
One little name to remember is better than having a string
It doesn't hurt to flirt a bit, just use it as bait
Make your match, make your catch before it's too late
'Cause too many rings around Rosie will never get Rosie a-
Poor little Rosie a-, never get Rosie a ring
Written by: Irving Caesar, Vincent Youmans


