As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
I've just got here through Paris, from the sunny southern shore;
I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise my winter's rent
Dame Fortune smiled upon me as she'd never done before
And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent
Yes, I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent
As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
I stay indoors till after lunch, and then my daily walk
To the great Triumphal Arch is one grand triumphal march
Observed by each observer with the keenness of a hawk
I'm a mass of money, linen, silk and starch
I'm a mass of money, linen, silk and starch
As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
I patronised the tables at the Monte Carlo hell
'Til they hadn't got a sou for a Christian or a Jew;
So I quickly went to Paris for the charms of mademoiselle
Who's the lodestone of my heart - what can I do
When with twenty tongues she swears that she'll be true?