When my foolish brother's in town
Shows up with a red beauty and a guitar
I just melt and lose that frown
Those days of wine & red noses in my favourite bar
He's the chef, the magician, my brother. The red beauty? She's his lover
Some Django picking them strings like hell. This is my family & that's the way we repel
The foe darkening our sight. Another vintage champagne & we're alright
It's good to see your eyes, bro'
As soon as they're closed, I miss them so