Bet your bottom dollar bill youre a playboy Lyrics by Queen

Bet your bottom dollar bill youre a playboy Lyrics

    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

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    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 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

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    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'

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