Who’s the killer in this town
It surely can’t be Mr. Brown
Calmly living on his farm,
Wouldn’t do his wife no harm,
No it can’t be Mr.Brown
No it can't be Mr.Brown
Thanks to his thousand grand
This winter we’ll be nice and warm
His contributions give him charm
He even gave us his barn
No, it can’t be Mr.Brown
No, it can't be Mr.Brown
But one night he cut the mayor's arm
And left the poor man to drown
And took over the crown
To burn this village down
Maybe it was Mr.Brown
Maybe it was Mr.Brown
Maybe it was Mr.Brown
Maybe it was Mr.Brown
He's nice to your face, and then stabs you in the back
He's good to embrace, but you can feel his lies
Sadly everyone has a Mr.Brown in their life.