This town is full of guys

Who think they’re mighty wise

Just because they know a thing or two



You’ll meet them, night and day

Strollin’ up and down Broadway

Telling of the wonders they can do



Oh, sing it, Bobby boy!

I just did



There’s con men and there’s boosters

There’s card sharks and crapshooters

They congregate around the Metropole



If I knew what that meant, I would agree with him

They wear flashy ties and collars

Yes, but where do they get their dollars?

They all have got an ace, down in the hole



Yes, and some of them write

To the old folks for coin

And that is their ace in the hole



And others have friends

On the old Tenderloin

That’s their old ace in the hole



Why, they’ll tell you of trips

That they’re going to make

From Florida to the North Pole



The fact is, their name would be 'Mud'
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Just like a chum playin’ stud

If they lost that old ace in the hole



Oh yes, now, some of them write

You’ll find a lot of them write to the

(Just a minute, just a minute)



Let the man play his piano solo

But I want to sing tenor

I don’t really care if you sing ten or twenty minutes

After he’s through playin’ piano



Listen to ‘em, I think I make it better than he does

Well, that’s the nastiest remark I’ve ever heard

Listen now, if you don’t like the way I sing

Why don’t you sing?

Sing 'Melancholy Baby', sing something!



Why, they tell you of the trips

They’re gonna make

Over Florida, all the way up to the North Pole

Oh, it’s sad, it's sad, Volare!



But their names would be mud

Like a chum playin’ stud

If they lost that old ace, ace in the hole



Have another drink!

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