Bad, Bad Leroy Brown - Jim Croce

Well the south side of Chicago

It’s 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

He stood about six feet four

All the downtown ladies call him: «treetop lover»

The studs they call him: «Sir»

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’s a gambler

And he likes his fancy clothes

He likes to wave his diamond rings

In front of everybody’s nose

He’s got a custom Continental

He’s got an Eldorado too

He’s got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun

He got a razor in his shoe

Yeah he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong

And he’s meaner than a junkyard dog

Well Friday — 'bout a week ago

Leroy shootin' dice

And at the edge of the bar, sat a lady named Dorris

And man, she sure looked nice

Well he layed 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

Yeah 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

He’s bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

A badder than old King Kong

Meaner than a junkyard dog

Yeah, he’s bad old King Kong

Badder than a junkyard dog