Rose Oday

Rose Oday
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!