Lyrics:
First verse
I'm Rosie the queen of the models I used to live up in the Bronx But I wander'd from there down to Washington Square And Bohemian Honkey Tonks One day I met Harrison Fisher Said he: ""You're like roses the stems I want you to pose for a picture on the cover of Jim Jam Jems"" And that's how I first got my start Now my life is devoted to art They call me:
Refrain
Rose of Washington Square I’m withering there In basement air I’m fading, Pose, with or without my clothes They say my Roman nose It seems to please artistic people; beaus I’ve plenty of those With secondhand clothes And nice long hair I’ve got those Broadway vampires lashed to the mast I’ve got no future But Oh! what a past I’m Rose, of Washington Square. Rose of Washington Square I’m withering there In basement air I’m fading, Pose, with or without my clothes They say my Roman nose It seems to please artistic people; beaus I’ve plenty of those With secondhand clothes And nice long hair I’ve got those Broadway vampires lashed to the mast I’ve got no future But Oh! what a past I’m Rose, of Washington Square.
Second verse
I’m terrible good as a model The artists are stuck on my charms Once a feller said he would paint Venus from me Only Venus ain’t got no arms Rube Goldberg my figure admires He dresses me up in a veil And uses my shape for the pictures That he draws in the Evening Mail He promised some time when he’s free That he’ll model a statue of me They call me:
(Refrain)
Sheldon Harris Collection
