Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You're A Playboy lyrics
by Queen



Daddy Cool with a ninety dollar smileTook my money out of gratitudeAnd he git right outa town - wellI gotta getty up, steady up, shoot him downGotta hit that latitude - babe[CHORUS REPEAT]Big bad Leroy Brown he got no commonsense - no, noHe got no brains but he sure gotta lot of styleCan't stand no more in this here jailI gotta rid myself of this sentenceGotta get out the heat, step into the shadeGotta get me there dead or alive - babeWooh, wooh, big bad Leroy, wooh, wooh,Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy - Brown - well[CHORUS REPEAT]Big Mama Lulu Belle she had a nervous breakdown(She had a nervous breakdown)Leroy's taken her honey chile awayBut she met him down at the stationPut a shot gun to his headAnd unless I be mistakenThis is what she said"Big bad, big boy, big bad Leroy BrownI'm gonna get that cutie pie"[CHORUS REPEAT]