Bonnie and Clyde (us)
by Serge Gainsbourg
You've heard the story of Jesse JamesOf how he lived and died ?If you're still in need of something to readHere's the story of Bonnie and ClydeNow Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gangI am sure you all have read how they were and stillAnd those who stillAre usually found dying or deadThey call them cold hearted killersThey say they are heartless and meanBut I say this with prideThat I once knew Clyde when he was honestAnd a bright and cleanBut the laws fold aroundKept taking him down and locking him up in a cell'Til he said to me : "I'll never be free"So I'll meet a few of them in hellIf a policeman is killed in DallasAnd they have no clue or guideIf they can't think or findThey just wipe their slake cleanAnd hang it on Bonnie and ClydeIf they try to act like citizensAnd rent them a nice little flatAbout the third nightThey're invited to fight by aSub gun's rat tat tatSome day they'll go down togetherThey'll bury them side by sideTo few it will be grief to the law a reliefBut it's death for Bonnie and Clyde
