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 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?

Chorus

The Man Who Broke The Bank At Monte Carlo was written in 1892 by Fred Gilbert. The song was popularised by singer and comedian Charles Coborn (1852-1945).
The ‘Bois Boolong’ is of course the Bois de Boulogne, and the Triumphal Arch the Arc de Triomphe.
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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