At least she got you a good job
What am I but a built in babysitter?
My work is done
My work is done
Our work is done
She doesn't need us
She'll have cake
We'll have crumbs
Be careful of the stage door
Here she comes
Here she comes
Hello, Fanny, hello
Hello, Fanny, it's me, mama
What do you mean, "mama who?"
It's good to see her from afar
I lost a daughter but I gained a star
And who taught her everything she knows?
I taught her everything she knows
She sings like a bird
Yes, indeed
But who used to stand there
And feed her the seed?
Who taught her how to pick her clothes?
Eddie, that I did
Who taught her how to tap her toes?
Will she admit it?
Kid, you said it
They all forget they know ya
When it comes to credit
Tell me, have you ever seen her take this pose?
I taught her everything
How to hoof and how to sing
I taught her everything she knows
Who taught her everything she knows?
Let me hear it, Rosie
I taught her everything she knows
You're preachin' to the choir
The mischievous smile
The devil may care
You don't pull such mannerisms out of thin air
The men who are older might prefer
The original manufacturer
It hurts me to say it
But why not be fair?
When you see her on the stage
You're seeing me there
She still has trouble executing one of those, yeah
If they could have paid the price
They'd have hired Rosie Brice
Who stands after every show
Selling matches in the snow
But in the world of grease paint
That's the way it goes
We taught her everything
How to hoof and how to sing
We taught her how to whack
A joke from here to Hackensack
We taught her everything
We taught her everything
We taught her everything she knows