Texty:
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Sir And he's a bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's a bad

it's not worth fighting for I can't help it, there's nothing I want more You know it's true Everything I do, I do it for you There's no love like your

And you loved me just the same When you're not there I just need to hear Hello my friend, hello It's good to need you so It's good to love you

me go home I'm just too far from where you are I wanna come home And it feels just like I'm living Someone else's life It's like I just stepped outside

you can give it, I can take it 'Cause if this heart is gonna break, it's gonna take a lot to break it I know tonight, somebody's gonna win the fight

't wanna live all alone I can't conceive of the years left in me Without you in our home But what if, what if, what if what? If it's not perfect then it's

.S.A.) And down Doheny way (Inside outside U.S.A.) Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. Inside outside U.S.A. Inside outside U.S.A. Inside outside U.S

Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway I go weak I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins

Leroy more than trouble You see he stand 'bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him Treetop Lover All the men just call him Sir [Chorus:] And it's