Lyrics:

Writer: Croce

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'

(Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town
Badder that old King Kong
(And( (He's) Meaner that 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) (shinny) diamond ring(s)
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

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

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 layed 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

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