Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown by Jim Croce

Woah!

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 Leroy Brown

Now Leroy more than trouble

You see he stand 'bout six foot four

All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover"

All the men just call him "Sir"

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy he's a gambler

And he likes his fancy clothes

And he likes to wave his diamond rings

In front of everybody's nose 

He got a custom Continental

He got an Eldorado too

He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun

He got a razor in his shoe

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than old King Kong

Meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Friday bout a week ago

Leroy shootin' dice

And at the edge of the bar

Sat a girl named Doris

And ooh that girl looked nice 

Well he cast his eyes upon her

And the trouble soon began

Cause Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson

'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than 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 it's bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

Yeah, badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog