Lyrics The Man Who Broke the Bank At Monte Carlo - Gilbert, Charles Coborn, Charles Coburn

The Man Who 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
As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
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
'Til they hadn’t got a sou
For a Christian or a Jew;
So I quickly went to Paris
For the charms of mademoiselle
Who’s the lodestone of my heart — what can I do
When with twenty tongues she swears that she’ll be true?