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.