Rose O'Day, Rose O'Day, You're my filla-da-gusha, Filla-ma-rusha, Bah-da-rah-da-boom-foo-dee-ay.
Johnny McCarthy loved Rosie O'Day, She was the prettiest thing, And every night, In his sweet Irish way, Under her window he'd sing,
Rose O'Day, Rose O'Day, You're my filla-da-gusha, Filla-ma-rusha, Bah-da-rah-da-bomm-foo-dee-ay.
You're daring, You're darling, You're lovely, That's what I mean, When I say, Rose O'Day, Rose O'day, You're my filla-da-gusha, Filla-ma rusha, Bah-da-rah-da-bomm-foo-dee-ay.
You're daring, You're darling, You're lovely, That's what I mean, When I say, Rose O'Day, Rose O'Day, You're my filla-da-gusha, Filla-ma-rusha, Bah-da-rah-da-boom-foo-dee, Boom-foo-dee, Boom-foo-dee, Boom-foo-dee-ay!
