Santa Rosa Rita

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