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 he stand 'bout six foot four.
All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover",
All the men just call him "Sir".
And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned 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 Eldorado, too.
He got a thirty two gun in his pocket for fun.
He got a razor in his shoe.
And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.
Now Friday, 'bout a week ago,
Leroy shootin' dice.
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris;
And ooh that girl looked nice.
Well he cast his eyes upon her,
And the trouble soon began.
Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson
'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man.
And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.
Well the two men took to fighting...
And when they pulled them off the floor,
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle,
With a couple of pieces gone.
And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.
To fade.
Jim Croce ~ Bad Bad Leroy Brown