Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Well, the south side of Chicago

Is the baddest part of town

And if you go down there

Then you better be aware

Of this cat they're calling Leroy Brown

They caught Leroy looking for trouble

You see, he stands about six foot four

All the uptown ladies call him "treetop lover"

All the men just call him "sir"

And he's bad (bad), bad (bad) Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well, old Leroy, he's the gambler

And he likes his fancy clothes

He likes to spot that diamond ring

Up on everybody's nose

And he's got a Lincoln Continental

He's got a Eldorado too

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

And a razor blade in his shoe

And he's bad (bad), bad (bad) Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

Friday night, about a week ago

Leroy was out shooting dice

And at the edge of the bar

Stood a girl named Doris

And ooh, that girl looked nice

Well, then he cast his eyes upon her

And the trouble, it soon began

And old Leroy learned his lesson about messing

With the wife of a jealous man

The two men, they took to fightin'

And when they scraped Leroy off of the floor

The poor boy looked just like a jigsaw puzzle

With a couple of pieces gone

And he's bad (bad), bad (bad) Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

Oh, children, he's bad (bad), bad (bad) Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong