Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Jim Croce
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 named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy, more than trouble
You see him stand about six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him tree top lover
All the men just call him sir
And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than ol' King Kong
Meaner than a junk yard dog
Now Leroy, he a gambler
And he likes his fancy close
And he likes to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose
He got a custom Continental
He got an Eldorado, too
He got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in he's shoe
Chorus
Now, Friday, down in
Leroy, shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named a-Doris
And, ooooh, that girl looked nice
Well, he cast his eyes upon here
And the trouble soon began
Leroy Brown learned a lessin' 'bout messin'
With the wife of a jealous man
Chorus
Well, the two men took to fightin'
And they fall down on the floor
Leroy looked like a jig-saw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gon
Chorus
Yeah, he was badder than ol' King Kong
Meaner than a junk yard dog
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