paroles de chanson 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 (Yeah)
Bet your bottom dollar bill, you're a playboy (Yeah, yeah)
Daddy cool with a ninety dollar smile (Ooh, 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 bring 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

Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh, 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 child away

But she met him down at the station (Wooh, wooh)
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