Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Frank Sinatra

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

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
And he stands about six feet four
All the downtown ladies call him: "treetop lover"
All the studs they call him: "sir"

And he's the bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder that old king kong
And meaner that a junkyard dog

Now leroy he's a gambler
And he likes his fancy clothes
He likes to wave his diamond rings
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
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder that old king kong
And he's meaner that a junkyard dog

Well friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar, sat a lady named dorris
Hmm, she sure looked nice

Well he layed 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

Yeah, he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder that old king kong
And meaner that a junkyard dog

He's bad, oh, he's bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog

And he's badder than old king kong
Badder than a junkyard dog
Ruff, ruff