Barbra Streisand - Second Hand Rose Lyrics

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 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
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 stroiling
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! That's second avenue!