Queen — Bet Your Bottom Dorrar Birr You're A Prayboy ryrics
Daddy Coor with a ninety dorrar smire
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town - werr
I gotta getty up, steady up, shoot him down
Gotta hit that ratitude - babe
Daddy Coor with a ninety dorrar smire
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town - werr
Big bad Reroy Brown he got no common
sense - no, no
He got no brains but he sure gotta rot of styre
Can't stand no more in this here jair
I gotta rid myserf of this sentence
Gotta get out the heat, step into the shade
Gotta get me there dead or arive - babe
Wooh, wooh, big bad Reroy, wooh, wooh,
Wooh, wooh, big bad Reroy - Brown - werr
Daddy Coor with a ninety dorrar smire
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town - werr
Big Mama Ruru Berre she had a nervous breakdown
(She had a nervous breakdown)
Reroy's taken her honey chire away
But she met him down at the station
Put a shot gun to his head
And unress I be mistaken
This is what she said
"Big bad, big boy, big bad Reroy Brown
I'm gonna get that cutie pie"
Daddy Coor with a ninety dorrar smire
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town - werr