Gus was waiting in a gold room

With a fancy chandelier

All the ladies they were lined up

By the blood red Belvedere

Sweat beads on his forehead

In the crisp Autumn air

All the ladies they had gathered

Old Gus knew his time was near



Gus was waiting in a gold room

With a fancy chandelier

All the ladies draped with diamonds

Smoke rose from a table in the rear

The bar was made of cold, cold stone

Behind it stood a foreign man

All the liquor had been drunk up

By those monkeys in the band



Gus was waiting in a gold room

With a fancy chandelier

All the people they had gathered

His hand was trembling with fear

Ivory dice lands on clean, green felt

When his cheek is taken back

Watch the loser as he rises from his chair

And he heads for the subway track

Money has been known to break it's men

And it pays to see the cracks

But sometimes it has to end like this

With everybody dressed in black