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 a Leroy Brown

Now Leroy was in trouble
He stood about six feet four
All the downtown ladies call him 'Treetop lover'
All the studs they call him 'Sir'

And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole [bad word] 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 El Dorado too
He's got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He's got a razor in his shoe

Yeah, he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole [bad word] town
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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 hmm, 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 [bad word] town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

He's bad, he's bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole [bad word] town
Badder than old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog

Badder than old King Kong
Badder than a junkyard dog