Queen - 11.Bring Back That Leroy Brown | Текст песни

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• 11.Bring Back That Leroy Brown

Bring back, bring back
Bring back that Leroy Brown - yeah
Bring back, bring back
Gotta bring that Leroy Brown - back

Bet your bottom dollar bill you're a playboy
Yeah, yeah
Daddy Cool with a ninety dollar smile
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town- well
I gotta getty up, steady up, shoot him down
Gotta hit that latitude - babe

Big bad Leroy Brown he got no common
sense - no, no
He got no brains but he sure gotta lot of style
Can't stand no more in this here jail
I gotta rid myself of this sentence
Gotta get out of the heat, step into the shade
Gotta get me there dead or alive - babe
Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy, wooh wooh
Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy - Brown - well

Big Mama LuLu Belle she had a nervous breakdown
(she had a nervous breakdown)
Leroy's taken her honey chile away
But she met him down at the station
Put a shot gun to his head
And unless I be mistaken
This is what she said
"Big bad, big boy, big bad Leroy Brown
I'm gonna get that cutie pie"

Big bad caused a mighty fine sensation
Yeah, yeah
Gone and got himself elected presedent
(We want Leroy for Presedent)
Next time, you gotta hit a biddy baddy weather
This time, like a shimmy, shammy leather
He's a big boy, bad boy, Leroy
I don't care where you get him from
Bring that big bad Leroy back
Want him back

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