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