Bring Back That Leroy Brown (A Cappella Mix 2011)

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Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown (yeah)
Bring back, bring back, gotta bring that Leroy Brown (back)

Bet your bottom dollar bill, you're a playboy (yeah, yeah)
Daddy cool with a 90 dollar smile (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)
Took my money out of gratitude and he git right out of town
Well, I gotta giddy 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 (back)
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
You gotta get me there, dead or alive (babe)
Whoo-whoo, bring back Leroy
Whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo, big bad Leroy (Brown)

Well, bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown
Bring back, bring back, gotta bring that Leroy Brown (back)

Big mama Lulu Belle, she had a nervous breakdown (she had a nervous breakdown)
Leroy's taken her honey child away (way)
But she met him down at the station (whoo-whoo)
Put a shotgun to his head and unless I be mistaken
This is what she said (ooh)

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)
Too goody boy, too goody boy, too goody-
Bring that big bad Leroy back
I want him back



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Writer(s): Freddie Mercury
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