Bad Bad Leroy Brown

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Jim Croce - Rock, In English

Bad Bad Leroy Brown

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[Intro] Whoo [Verse 1] 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 stands, about, six foot four All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" (Right on) [Chorus] And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong Meaner than a junkyard dog [Verse 2] Now, Leroy, he's a gambler And he likes his fancy clothes And he liked 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 [Chorus] And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog [Verse 3] Well, Friday, about, a week ago Leroy's shooting dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And, ooh, that girl looked nice Well, he casts his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson about messing With the wife of a jealous man [Chorus] And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] And he'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 he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog [Outro] Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog

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  • Jim Croce