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 named Leroy Brown Now Leroy's more than trouble You see, he stand about six foot four All those downtown ladies Call him treetop lover All the men just call him Sir And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy, he's a gambler And he likes his fancy clothes And he likes to wear His diamond rings In front of everybody's nose He's got a custom Continental He's got an El Dorado, too He's got a .32 gun In his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well, Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl name Doris And, oh that girl looked nice Well, he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' With the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well, those two men took to fightin' And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like A jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog
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