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!
