Father has a business, strictly second hand.
Ev'rything from toothpicks, to a baby grand.
Stuff in our apartment, comes from Father's store,
Even things I'm wearing, someone wore before.
It's no wonder that I feel abused.
I never have a thing that ain't been used.
I'm wearing second hand hats, second hand clothes,
That's why they call me second hand Rose.
Even our piano in the parlor,
Father bought for ten cents on the dollar.
Second hand pearls, I'm wearing second hand curls,
I never got a single thing that's new.
Even Jake the plumber, he's the man I adore,
Had the nerve to tell me he's been married before.
Everyone knows that I'm just second hand Rose,
From second avenue.
Each one in the family, kicks the whole day long.
Ev'ryone's disgusted, ev'rything is wrong.
Second handed doggie, second handed cat,
Second handed welcome, second handed mat.
I think father's head is made of wood,
He brings home lots of things that ain't no good.
I'm wearing second hand shoes, second hand hose,
All the girls hand me their second hand beaux.
Even my pajamas when I don 'em,
Have somebody else's 'nitials on 'em.
Second hand rings, I'm sick of second hand things,
I never got what other girlies do.
Once while strolling through the Ritz a girl got my
goat,
She nudged her friend and said, Oh look, there's my
old fur coat!
Everyone knows that I'm just second hand Rose,
From second avenue,
From second avenue... New!
