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 is waiting in a gold room With a fancy chandelier All the ladies dripped with diamonds Smoke rose from the table in the rear Bottles made of cold, cold stone Behind it stood a fallen 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 green, green felt When his cheek is taken back Watch the loser as he rises from his chair And 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