Les paroles de la chanson
« Mr. brown »
Bob Marley
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Its Mr Brown Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
Well, here he comes In the top is, three rows on top and two inside there.
Oh what a confusion! Ooh yeah yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh now now!
Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now!
He is nowhere to be found.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin’ around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin’ around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
I wanna know who is Mr Brown?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
Oh, calling duppy conqueror,
I’m the ghost-catcher!
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,
Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah!
Down in parade
People running like a masquerade.
The police make a raid,
But the people, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they think it
Fade.
What a thing in town
Crows chauffeur-driven around,
Skankin’ as if they had never known
The man they call Mr Brown
I can tell you where he’s from now,
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin running around,
Upsetting upsetting upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville
Its Mr Brown Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
Well, here he comes In the top is, three rows on top and two inside there.
Oh what a confusion! Ooh yeah yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh now now!
Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now!
He is nowhere to be found.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin’ around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin’ around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
I wanna know who is Mr Brown?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
Oh, calling duppy conqueror,
I’m the ghost-catcher!
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,
Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah!
Down in parade
People running like a masquerade.
The police make a raid,
But the people, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they think it
Fade.
What a thing in town
Crows chauffeur-driven around,
Skankin’ as if they had never known
The man they call Mr Brown
I can tell you where he’s from now,
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin running around,
Upsetting upsetting upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville