Letra de Bring Back That Leroy Brown - Queen

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

(Woo, woo, woo, woo-yeah)

Took my money out of gratitude

And he get right out of town (well)

I got to getty up

Steady up, shoot him down

Got to hit that latitude (babe)

Bring back, bring back

Bring back that Leroy Brown (yeah)

Bring back, bring back

Gotta bring back Leroy Brown (yeah)

Big, bad Leroy Brown

He got no common sense (no, no)

He got no brains

But he sure got a lot of style

Can't stand no more in this, here, jail

I got to rid myself of this sentence

Got to get out the heat

Step into the shade

Got to get me there

Dead or alive (babe)

(Woo, woo, big, bad Leroy, woo, woo)

(Woo, woo, big, bad Leroy Brown)

(Well)

Bring back, bring back

Bring back that Leroy Brown

Bring back, bring back

Gotta bring back Leroy Brown (back)

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 (ooo-hoo)

Put a shotgun to his head

And unless I be mistaken (Mistaken)

This is what she said

"Big bad big boy, big bad Leroy Brown

I'm gonna get that cutie pie"

Bring back, bring back

Bring back that Leroy Brown (yeah)

Big bad caused a mighty

Fine sensation (yeah, yeah)

Gone and got himself elected President

(We want Leroy for President!)

Next time you got to

Hit a bitty 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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