Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Written by: Jim Croce in 1973. Here he is singing it:
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 Le-roy more than trouble,
You see he stand about six-foot-four.
All the down-town 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 damn town;
Bad-der than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junk-yard dog.
Now Le-roy, he a gambler,
And he like his fancy clothes,
And he like to wave his diamond ring
In front of everybody’s nose.
He got a custom Continental,
He got an Eldorado too;
He got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun;
he got a razor in his shoe.
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.
Well, the two men took to fightin’
And when they pulled them from the floor;
Leroy looked like a jig-saw puzzle.
With a couple of pieces gone.