Текст песни Queen - Bring Back That Leroy Brown

Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Bring back, bring back, gotta ring that Leroy Brown Yeah!

Bet your bottom dollar bill you're a playboy Yeah Yeah!
Daddy cool with a ninety dollar smile (oooh Yeah)
Took my money out of gratitude, and he git right out of town
Well I gotta getty up steady up shoot him down
Gotta hit that latitude babe
Bring back bring back bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Bring back bring back gotta ring that Leroy Brown Yeah!
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
Woooh woooh big bad Leroy, Woooh woooh woooh woooh
Big bad Leroy Brown
Bring back bring back bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Bring back bring back gotta bring back Leroy Brown Yeah!

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 (woooh woooh)
Put a shotgun 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
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 gotta 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