The Man that broke the Bank at Monte Carlo

by Fred Gilbert

I've just got here, through Paris, from the sunny southern shore;
     I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise my winter's rent;
Dame Fortune smiled 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.

CHORUS
As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire"
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.

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

I patronised 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 Paris for the charms of mad'moiselle,
     Who's the loadstone of my heart - what can I do,
     When with twenty tongues she swears that she'll be true?

Chorus.—As I walk along, &c.