with the brim of his hat down below his eyes he walked on Hollywood streets in the dark of the night cigarette on the lips of his opaque smile in Bogie's style though his girlfriend whistled like Lauren Bacall, in a world of trouble, nobody called Humphrey's brother, just a lover Humphrey's brother, Humphrey's brother wasn't tough at all in the protective smoke of the L.A. smog in his detective trenchcoat by London fog he walked into a bar where the plot was so thick he said: "Play it again, Sam", and got out quick Humphrey's brother, just a lover Humphrey's brother, Humphrey's brother wasn't tough at all when the movie was over on the silver screen and Mr. Bogart disappeared in his limousine there was a real man left in this real damn world no he was no prize fighter but he got the girl Humphrey's brother, just a lover Humphrey's brother, Humphrey's brother wasn't tough at all