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’s been married before!

Everyone knows that I’m just Second Hand Rose From Second Avenue! From Second Avenue!

Written by Burton Lane & Alan Jay Lerner
From the album My Name Is Barbra, Two . . .