Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Well, the south side of ChicagoIs the baddest part of townAnd if you go down thereYou better just bewareOf a man named a Leroy Brown
Now Leroy was in troubleHe stood about six feet fourAll the downtown ladies call him ‘Treetop lover’All the studs they call him “Sir”
And he’s bad, bad Leroy BrownThe baddest man in the whole damn townBadder than old King KongAnd meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Leroy he’s a gamblerAnd he likes his fancy clothesHe likes to wave his diamond ringsIn front of everybody’s nose
He got a custom ContinentalHe got an El Dorado tooHe got a .32 gun in his pocket for funHe got a razor in his shoe
Yeah, he’s bad, bad Leroy BrownThe baddest man in the whole damn townBadder than old King KongAnd he’s meaner than a junkyard dog
Well, Friday ’bout a week agoLeroy’s shootin’ diceAnd at the edge of the barSat a lady named DorrisAnd hmm, she sure looked nice
Well, he layed his eyes upon herAnd the trouble soon beganAnd Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson ’bout a messin’With the wife of a jealous man
Yeah, he’s bad, bad Leroy BrownThe baddest man in the whole damn townBadder than old King KongAnd meaner than a junkyard dog
He’s bad, ooh, he’s bad Leroy BrownThe baddest man in the whole damn townA badder than old King KongMeaner than a junkyard dog
Hey he’s a badder than old King KongBadder than a junkyard dog