Browning

Just had to look at his face
And right away you’d understand
Mr. Browning, that’s what they called him
A name that smelled of adventure
He was the king of the revolver
He had some stunning ones
That he brought back from America
Where they make the real gangsters
He’d tell us his story
His first crime and then the glory
Browning Browning
He’d show us a bunch of photos
Taken on the front page of newspapers
Browning Browning
He’d say, "You folks in France
You’re still lacking experience"
Browning Browning
With that, no need to be tough
It’s the clumsy one who’s always wrong
And long live Browning

Because he had style
And suits like in the movies
He’d look us up and down
With disdain and insolence
And all our women admired him
"Oh! How does he carry himself
And that guy, what a presence"
But us men, he’d run us down
It was always the same story
His first crime and then the glory
Browning Browning
We’d see him in the big newspapers
Right next to Greta Garbo
Browning Browning
Listening to him made us dumb
That’s all we had on our minds
Browning Browning
And we thought, "Enough already
This American is boring us
And his Browning"

To teach us the real way
To give us a good lesson
He had that brave kid
Show us his skills
It was in a restaurant
That he wanted to try it out
But the poor guy didn’t have luck,
As he pulled out his tools
He rolled under the bench
With a little hole in his head
Browning Browning
Oh, it didn’t bang too loud
But still, he ended up dead
Browning Browning
And then someone in the silence
Said, "Now what are you thinking
Browning Browning"
He thinks nothing since he’s dead
You talked too much… well, you were wrong
Bye-Bye, Browning.