Monte Carlo

1. (ed: sung to "The Man Who Broke the Bank in Monte Carlo")

   As she walked along the Bois de Boulogne,
   With a heart as heavy as lead,
   She wished that she was dead,
   She had lost her maidenhead,
   She was all forlorn and covered in spawn,
   Her knickers were torn,
   And her cunt was worn,
   She's the girl that lowered the price at Monte Carlo.

   As he walked along the Bois de Boulogne,
   With his dick upon the stand,
   The girls all say it's grand,
   To take it in their hand,
   You give them a bob and they're on the job,
   Pulling the foreskin over the knob,
   Of the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.

   As he walked along the Bois de Boulogne,
   With his dick up in the air,
   You could hear the girls declare,
   He's got syph and gonorrhea,
   He's a lousy frowsy son of a bitch,
   His balls are always on the itch,
   He's the man who screws the whores in Monte Carlo.

2. (ed: this second version of Monte Carlo is 'clean')

   As I walk along the Bois de Boulonge,
   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.