Father has a business strictly second hand
   Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
   Stuff in our apartment came from father’s store
   Even things 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
   Father bought for ten cents on the dollar
   Second hand pearls
   I’m sick of second hand curls
   I never get a single think that’s new
   Even Jake, the plumber, he’s a 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!
   From Second Avenue! Nu!
  
   One more time!
   Everyone knows that I’m just
   Second hand Rose
   (From second Avenue!)
   From what?
   Let’s see if you know the fills!
   Once while strooling
   Through the Ritz a girl got my goat...
   (She nudged her friend
   And said oh look there goes
   My old fur coat)
   You don’t need me!
  
   Everyone knows that I’m just
   Second hand Rose
   From Second Avenue!
   (Ya can’t beat the egg-creams!)
   Good! Second Avenue!
   (There is more between me
   And Fifth Avenue, I tell ya)
   Right! Second Avenue!