Rosita Lyrics

Rosita the skeeta
Ain't no skeeta sweeta
But she's a man eata
Rosita the Bug
I tried keeping her away with bug spray galore
But she kept on coming back for more
So now I'm covered from head to toe
With kisses from a mosquito (named)
Do I itch the scratch or scratch the itch
I never can tell which one's which

But I think I'd be doin' fine
If I could take a bath in calamine (‘cuz)
Fly around my pretty little miss fly around my daisy
Fly around my pretty little miss ya almost drive me crazy x2