Now the south side of Chicago
Is (it's) the baddest part of town
And if you (you're gonna) go down there, you better (just) beware
Of a man (cat) named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy (Brown) he's trouble
And he stands about six-feet-four
All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover
The studs they call him sir

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(Yeah) he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
(And he's) meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy he's a gambler
And he likes (digs) his (those) fancy clothes
He likes to wave his (that great, big, big fat, shiny diamond ring)
Under (in front of) everybody's nose

He's got a custom Continental
He's got an Eldorado too
He's got a 22 (32) gun in his pocket for fun
He's got a razor in his (the razor in the) shoe

[Chorus]

Now Friday, 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the end (edge) of the bar sat (was) a lady (chick) named Dorris (Morris)
Man she sure looked nice

And (well then) he laid his eyes upon her
That's when the big scene (trouble soon) began
And Leroy Brown he learned a lesson 'bout messin'
With the wife of a jealous man

[Chorus]
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Bad, Bad Leroy Brown Lyrics

Frank Sinatra – Bad, Bad Leroy Brown Lyrics

Songwriters: Croce, James
Bad, Bad Leroy Brown lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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