Johnny:
This town is full of guys
Who think they're mighty wise
Just because they know a thing or two
Bobby:
You'll meet them night and day
Strollin' up and down Broadway
Telling of the wonders they can do
Johnny:
Oh, sing it, Bobby boy!
Bobby:
I just did!
Johnny:
There's con men and there's boosters
Bobby:
There's card sharks and crapshooters
Johnny:
They congregate around the Metropole
Bobby:
If I knew what that meant I would agree with him
They wear flashy ties and collars
Johnny:
Yes, but where do they get there dollars?
Both:
They all have got an ace down in the hole
Johnny:
Yes, and some of them write
To the old folks for coin
And that is their ace in the hole
Bobby:
And others have friends on the old Tenderloin
That's their old ace in the hole
Johnny:
Why, they'll tell you of trips
That they're going to make
From Florida
To the North Pole
Bobby:
The fact is their name would be mud
Just like a chum playin' stud
Both:
If they lost that old ace in the hole
Johnny:
Oh, yes, now, some of them write
You'll find a lot of them write to the
Bobby:
Just a minute, just a minute, let the man play his piano solo
Johnny:
But, I want to sing tenor!
Bobby:
I don't really care if you sing ten or twenty minutes, after he's through playin' piano
Johnny:
Listen too 'em, I think I make it better than he does
Bobby:
Well, that's the nastiest remark I've ever heard
Both:
Listen now, if you don't like the way I sing, why don't you sing
I think ...
Sing Melancholy Baby! Sing something! ...
Bobby:
Why they tell you of the trips
They're gonna make
Over to Florida
All the way up to the North Pole
Johnny:
Oh, it's sad, sad
Bobby:
Volare!!
Johnny:
But, their names would be mud
Bobby:
Like a chump playin' stud
Both:
If they lost
That old ace
Ace in the hole
Bobby:
Have another drink