Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
 
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 mens just call him "Sir" 

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

Now Leroy he a gambler 
And he like his fancy clothes 
And he like to wear 
his diamond rings 
In front of 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 damned 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 named Doris 
And oo that girl looked nice 

Well he cast his eyes upon her 
And the trouble soon began 
And 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 damned town 
Badder than a-old King Kong 
And meaner than a junkyard dog 

Well the two men took to fighting 
And when they pulled them from the floor 
Leroy looked 
like a jigsaw puzzle 
With a couple of pieces gone 

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown 
The baddest man in the whole damned town 
Badder than a-old King Kong 
And meaner than a junkyard dog