Serge Gainsbourg
Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde English translation lyrics
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Bonnie & Clyde
Did you read the story of Jesse James? About how he lived and how he died? You liked it huh? You want some more Well then listen to the story of Bonnie and Clyde Okay, so Clyde has a girlfriend She's beautiful and her name's Bonnie Together they're the Barrow gang Their names - Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow Bonnie and Clyde Bonnie and Clyde When I came to know Clyde long ago He was a loyal, honest, upright guy I really think it's society Which has spoilt me forever Bonnie and Clyde Bonnie and Clyde Oh what they wrote about her and I They say we're cold-blooded killers It ain't much fun but we got no choice But shut them up when they start shouting Bonnie and Clyde Bonnie and Clyde Every time a policeman gets killed Every time a garage or a bank gets robbed The police has no doubt about it It was done by Clyde Barrow, Bonnie Parker Bonnie and Clyde Bonnie and Clyde Now whenever we try and settle down When we go live in a furnished apartment Three days later it goes tac tac tac Tommy guns get back on us Bonnie and Clyde Bonnie and Clyde Sooner or later we'll fall together I don't care; I'm scared for Bonnie What does it matter if they freaking kill me I, Bonnie, am scared for Clyde Barrow Bonnie and Clyde Bonnie and Clyde Anyhow they couldn't get out of trouble The only way out was death But more than one followed them to Hell When Barrow and Bonnie Parker died Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
BONNIE AND CLYDE You heard the story of Jessie James, Of how he lived and died, If you're still in need of something to read Here's the story of Bonnie & Clyde. Now Bonnie & Clyde are the Barrow gang, I'm sure you all have read how they rob and steal And those who kill are usually find dying or dead. They called them coldhearted of killers They say they are heartless and mean But I say this with pride, That I once knew Clyde when he was honest and upright and clean. But the laws fall around, Keep kicking him down, And locking him up in a cell, 'Til he said to me: "I'd never be free" So I'll meet a few of them in hell, If the policeman is killed in Dallas, And they have no clue or guide, If they can't seem to find They'll just wipe their slate clean and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde If they try to act like citizens, And when they have a nice looking flat, About a certain night, They're invited to fight, By a certain rat-tat-a-tat Someday they'll go down together, They'll bury them side by side, To you it will be grief To the law, a relief But it's death for Bonnie & Clyde