Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You're A Playboy Lyrics

Queen - Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You're A Playboy Lyrics

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Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill You're A Playboy Lyrics

Daddy Cool with a ninety dollar smile

Took my money out of gratitude

And he git right outa town - well

I gotta getty up, steady up, shoot him down

Gotta hit that latitude - babe

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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 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 - well

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Big Mama Lulu Belle she had a nervous breakdown

(She had a nervous breakdown)

Leroy's taken her honey chile away

But she met him down at the station

Put a shot gun 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"

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