Bobby Darin - Ace In The Hole - Текст песни

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.