This town is full of guys
who think they're mighty wise.
Just because they know
a thing or two.
You can see them every day.
Strolling up and down Broadway.
Telling of the wonders they
can do.
There's con men, boosters,
card sharks, crapshooters.
They congregate around the Metropole.
They wear fancy
ties and collars,
where they get their dollars.
Some of them write to the old folks for a
and that's their own ace in the hole.
While others have girls on their old tenderloin,
that's their own ace
in the hole.
They will tell you of the trips
they are gonna take
from Florida up to the old North Pole.
I bet their name will be mud,
like a chump licking stud,
if they lost their own ace in the hole.
Mr. Miller. 23 skidoo.
I love my wife, but oh, you kid.
Knock three times and ask
for Ronnie Scott.
They will tell you of the trips
that they are going to take
from Florida up to the old North Pole.
Ah, both of them would be much
like a chump laying stuck.
God, if they lost their
old age in the hole, gee.
But I'd give the world to see
that old gang of mine.
I can forget the old quartet that sang sweet Adeline,
sweet Adeline,
mediocre goodbye forever
Oh, sweethearts and pals,
goodbye forever,
oh, sweethearts and gals,
God bless them.
But their name would be mud,
like a chump playing stud, if they lost.
I said if they're lost,
I mean if they're lost,
they're always in the hole.