THE MAN THAT BROKE THE BANK AT MONTE CARLO.
Copyright, 1892, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Fred Gilbert.
Sung by Charles Coborn.
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 us she'd never done before,
And I've now such lots of money I'm a gent-
Yea, I've now such lots of money I'm a gent.
As I walk along the Bois Boo-long, 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 in-doors 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 starchI'm a mass of money, linen, silk and starch.- Chorus.
I patronized the tables at the Monte Carlo hell
Till they hadn't got a son for a Christian or a Jew;
So I quickly went to Paris 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.