Sycamore Smith - Rosie Every Day of the Week lyrics

I wake up every morning With no way to eat my heart out that doesn't hurt I'm working like a mad dog Trying to get off Rosie's poodle skirt She says, "Mister, you look like an ape & you reek" Still I wanna kiss her on the nape of her neek I mean "neck," I'm a wreck, Every single day of the week... Oh, I love her on Monkey And I love her on Toothache And I love her on Whiz-Bang, Thirsty and Fried Egg Oh, I love her on Saddle Bag And I beg all day on Sponge Cake Rosie, honey, Rosie every day of the week When I see Miss Rosie I slick my eyebrows back and pitch my woo Rosie always tells me I oughtta go soak my head in Gitchee Goo She says, "Get away from me Before I guillotine your face" Still, I long to lay my head Between the pillows on her chaste I mean "chest," I'm a mess, But Rosie knows I love her the best... Once I tried to slide a diamond ring Onto her dainty little finger Rosie yanked her hand away-- She said she was afraid of catching ring worm Still, nothing can compare to the way that I feel When I stare into her very pretty pair of eels I mean "eyes," Holy Christ, I'll love her till the day the Devil dies...