Jim Croce - Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Woah!

Well 'ole 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 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
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
up under everybody's nose

He got a custom Continental
He got a Eldorado too
He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-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 o' Doris
And oo dat girl looked nice

Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'bout a-messin'
With the wife of a jealous man

And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well the 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
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog

Yeah he was badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

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