Rose of Washington Square

- Oh my God, stand by
- No, I said the wrong word
- Baby, it don't even matter, ha ha eight-two
Oh, I mean, um, eight-five
Oh, eight-five oh-two-one, take four
- One, two, one, two, three, four

I'm Rose of Washington Square
A flower so fair
Should blossom where the sun shines
Rose, for nature didn't mean
That you should blush unseen
But be a queen in some fair garden
Rose, he'll never depart
But dwell in your heart your love to care
He'll bring the sunbeams from
The Heavens to you
And give you kisses that sparkle with dew
Rose of Washington Square

I've got those Broadway vampires
Last to the mast
I've got no future, but oh, what a past
Miss Rose of Washington Square