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!