Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Well, the south side of Chicago, is the baddest part of town

And if you go down there

You better just beware of a man name of Leroy Brown.

Now, 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”.

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And he’s bad, bad, Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damn town.

Badder than old King Kong, and meaner than a junkyard dog.

Now, Leroy, he a gambler, and he like his fancy clothes.

And he like to wave his diamond rings in front of everybody’s nose.

He got a custom Continental. He got an El Dorado too.

He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun, He got a razor in his shoe. (Chorus)

Well, Friday, ‘bout a week ago, Leroy’s shootin’ dice. And at the edge

Of the bar sat a girl name of Doris and ooh, that girl looked nice

Well, he cast his eyes upon her, and the trouble soon began. And Leroy

Brown, he learned a lesson ‘bout messin’ with the wife of a jealous man. (Chorus)

Well, the two men took to fighting, and when they pulled them from the floor,

Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone. (Chorus)

Yes, you were badder than old King Kong, and meaner than a junkyard dog.