I'm Unlucky at Gambling

I went to Monte Carlo
The other day
I went to Monte Carlo
To have some play
I went to Monte Carlo
And straight away
I went and fell in love with
The croupier
The croupier advised me
To back the red
The croupier was handsome
I lost my head
And when the game was over
And red was dead
I realized I’d played on
The black instead
For I’m unlucky at gambling
And I’m unlucky in love
Why should I go on scrambling
To get to heaven above?
It’s bad enough to lose your purse
But when you lose your heart, it’s even worse
Oh, I’m unlucky at gambling
And I’m unlucky in love
I took the croupier to
A picture show
I took the croupier to
A picture show
And though I snuggled close when
The lights were low
The croupier impressed me
As rather slow
I said, «I like John Gilbert
A lot, don’t you?»
I said, «I like John Gilbert
A lot, don’t you?»
He didn’t answer, but when
The show was through
I realized that he liked
John Gilbert, too
For I’m unlucky at gambling
And I’m unlucky in love
Why should I go on scrambling
To get to heaven above?
It’s bad enough to lose your purse
But when you lose your heart, it’s even worse
Oh, I’m unlucky at gambling
And I’m unlucky in love