The Man that broke the Bank at Monte Carlo

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.