Текст песни Queen - Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You`re A Pla
Queen - Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You`re A Pla слова песни
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]