THE MAN WHO BROKE THE BANK AT MONTE CARLO
Charles Coburn - 1932


I've just got here, thro' Paris, from the sunny southern shore; 
I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise my winter's rent.
Dame Fortune smil'd upon me as she'd never done before, 
And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent.
Yes, I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent.

I stay indoors till after lunch, and then my daily walk 
To the great Triumphal Arch is one grand Triumphal march,
Observ'd by each observer with the keenness of a hawk, 
I'm mass of money, linen, silk and starch.
I'm mass of money, linen, silk and starch.

I patronized the tables at the Monte Carlo hell 
Till they hadn't got a sou for a Christian or a Jew;
So I quickly went to Parie for the charms of mad'moiselle,
Who's the load-stone of my heart. What can I do? 
When with twenty tongues she swears that she'll be true?

CHORUS
As I walk along the Bois Boolong, with an independent air,
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink the other eye,
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.