I was never crazy for flowers,
 I confess that nothing left me colder;
 I could watch a daisy for hours
 And all I'd feel was sev'ral hours older!
 Lilacs and lilies, any bloom you please,
 All what they did was make me shrug or sneeze;
 But now I love each blossom that I see,
 For a lovely little rose loves me.
 Now my life is rosy, when I'm my Rosie,
 With a girl like Rosie,
 How could I be blue?
 Hand in hand we'll mosey
 Me and little Rosie,
 We will be so cozy
 By a fire built for two.
 Oh! I once heard a poem that goes:
 "A rose is a rose is a rose"
 Well I don't agree,
 Take it from me,
 There's one rose sweeter than any that grows!
 That's my Rosie,
 I'm so glad she chose me;
 Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.
 Now my life is rosy, (Oh, we'll be happy, I know)
 Since I found my Rosie,(Off to the preacher we'll go)
 With a girl like Rosie,(So how could we be blue?)
 How could I be blue?
 Rosie:
 Oh we'll have us a home out west,
 A nice little split-level nest,
 And in ev'ry room roses in bloom...
 Albert:
 But there's on rose sweeter than all of the rest!
 Then that's my Rosie
 Rosie:
 I'm so glad you chose me!
 Both:
 Life is one sweet beautiful song to me
 When love is right then
 What can be wrong?
 Life is one sweet beautiful song
 To me