Rosie's the barmate at Bret Wilson's Tavern and that's where I'll be all night long
She pours me my label and sits at my table and hums me a honky tonk song
Rosie don't go to the PTA meetin's and the preacher has not seen her face
But the hypocrite naggin' don't keep me from draggin' on my darlin' Rosie Bokay
I need Rosie Bokay
I need somebody to love my troubles away
I need Rosie Bokay
A hound needs to holler and a bum needs a dollar and I need Rosie Bokay
Honky tonk life ain't a thing to be proud of but it's better than being alone
Everyone tells me that Rosie ain't pretty but I've got a mind of my own
If not for the long night that I spent with Rosie my days would be cloudy and grey
If I was the mayor then do me a favor and bring in more Rosie Bokay
I need Rosie Bokay...
I need Rosie Bokay...
