100 Monkeys Gus
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
