Queen

Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown - Yeah!
Bring back, bring back, gotta ring that Leroy Brown - Yeah!
Verse:
Bet your bottom dollar bill you're a playboy - yeah, 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 lat - i - tude babe.
Big bad Leroy Brown, he got no common sense - no, no
Got no brains but he sure got a 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, get into the shade
gotta get me there dead or alive, babe!
Woo-woo, big bad Leroy, woo-ooo
Woo-woo, big bad Leroy - Brown!
Big Momma Lula Belle, she had a nervous breakdown
(nervous breakdown)
Leroy's taken her honey-chile away
But she met him at the station, 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) Le - roy 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 Leroy Brown back - want him back.
submitted by:
Ted Hermary
czth@musica.mcgill.ca