Serge Gainsbourg

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

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