Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown - Brass

Written by：Croce

Now the south side of Chicago

Is it's the baddest part of town

And if you go down there you better just beware

Of a man named Leroy brown

Now leroy he's trouble

He stands about six feet four

All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover

The studs they call him Sir

Yeah he's bad bad Leroy brown

Baddest man in the whole d**n town

Badder that old king kong

And he's meaner that a junkyard dog

Now leroy he's a gambler

And he likes his fancy clothes

He likes to wave his diamond rings

Under in front of everybody's nose

He's got a custom continental

He's got an eldorado too

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

He's got a razor in his shoe

Yeah he's bad bad Leroy brown

Baddest man in the whole d**n town

Badder that old king kong

He's meaner that a junkyard dog

Now friday 'bout a week ago

Leroy shootin' dice

And at the end of the bar

Sat a lady named dorris

Man she sure looked nice

Well he layed his eyes upon her

That's when the trouble soon began

And Leroy brown he learned a lesson 'bout messin'

With the wife of a jealous man

Yeah he's bad bad Leroy brown

Baddest man in the whole d**n town

Badder that old king kong

And meaner that a junkyard dog

Yeah he's bad bad Leroy brown

Baddest man in the whole d**n town

Badder that old king kong

He's meaner that a junkyard dog

Badder that old king kong

And meaner that a junkyard dog