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 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.
Chorus
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?