Second Hand Rose Lyrics

Father has a business
Strictly second-hand
Everything from tooth-picks to a baby grand
Stuff in our apartment
Came from Father′s store
Even clothes I'm wearing, someone wore before
It′s no wonder that I feel abused
I never get 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
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second-hand pearls
I′m wearing second-hand curls
I never get a single thing that's new
Even Jake the plumber, he′s the man I adore
He had the nerve to tell me he'd been married before
Everyone knows that I′m just Second Hand Rose

From Second Avenue

From Second Avenue
No!