Tekstovi: Queen. Bring Back That Leroy Brown.

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 ninety dollar smile, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outta town - babe

I gotta getty 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 me 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

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 chile away
But she met him down at the station (wooh wooh)
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"

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
Dubby du dah, dubby du dah, dubby du dah
Bring that big bad Leroy back
Want him back