Who are we And what are we doing here? Wait and see We're going to make it clear We're the new millionaires who will sit in the chairs That were once occupied by the old millionaires Where are they The people who had the cash? They can't pay They lost it all in the crash Their sables and their foxes have all been put in pawn So we bought up their boxes for the opera must go on And instead of Mister Belmont, Mister Gould, and Mister Kahn There's Mister Reuben, a Cuban who runs a delicatessen store The man which a sandwich made famous And there is Mister Klein, you've seen the sign on Union Square The women's wear he sells made him a millionaire And a first-night patron of the opera The most expensive box was bought by William Fox A fella named Nat Lewis who deals in ties and socks Will occupy the chair a Vanderbilt sat upon He'll be there to help them all carry on Those gentlemen who force you to buy their Scotch and rye Are in the diamond horse-shoe, would you like to know just why? It seems a large delegation couldn't get a donation from Otto Kahn And so the racket said we will back it They came across because the opera must go on