Claude Rains in Casablanca
He was the French Police Inspector
A functionary through and through
A small man
Remember at the end out on the airstrip
He could have tried to stop them
Ingrid Bergman and her friend from the French Resistance
But he pretended not to see
It was a small act of defiance
As the storm broke in the distance
He was on their side after all.
Claude Rains gave the order to collect the usual suspects
And the camera came in close up on his face
He watched as the plane left the airstrip
Like hope leaves a dying man
But he hung on to the choice he'd made
Claude Rains
Claude Rains
Claude Rains
Claude Rains
I saw a new film the other day
And it was set at the start of a nuclear war
The actors weren't as good as Claude Rains
But then there was nothing that they could do
All of their small acts could count for nothing
As the storm broke in the distance
Not much to make a film about