Well, the southside 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 ’bout six foot four;
All the downtown ladies call him “tree-top lover” all the men just call him “sir”.
And he’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 like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings in front of ev’rybody’s nose.
He got a custom Continental, he got a Eldorado too;
he got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun, he got a razor in his shoe.
And he’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, Friday, ’bout a week ago Leroy shootin’ dice
And at the edge of the bar sat a girl name of Doris and
Oh, that girl looked nice.
Well, he cast 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.
And he’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 he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damned town;
Badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog.
And he’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 he was badder than old King Kong, and meaner than a junkyard dog.
1973 – Jim Croce – Album: Life and Times