Bobby Darin

Ace in the Hole

 


 

      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 their 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 chump 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 to 'im, 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
      Umm … 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.
    
 

 

Lyrics transcribed by Donna Carter and Jane Penny



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