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
Strolling 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
Just like a chum playing 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 playing piano
Listen too them
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
I think
Sing "Melancholy baby"
Sing something
Why they tell you of the trips
They're gonna make
Over to 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 chump playing stud
If they lost
That old ace
Ace in the hole
Have another drink