Fred Gilbert — The Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo

[Verse 1] 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 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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? [Chorus]