Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You're A Playboy lyrics

by

Queen


[Chorus]
Daddy Cool with a ninety dollar smile
Took my money out of gratitude
And he get right out of town - well

[Verse 1]
I got to getty up, steady up, shoot him down
Got to hit that latitude - babe

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Big bad Leroy Brown he got no common
Sense - no, no
He got no brains but he sure got to 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
Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy - Brown - well

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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 going to get that cutie pie

[Chorus]

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