QUEEN 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,
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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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