♪ 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, you're in trouble You see, you stand about six foot four All those downtown ladies Call him treetop lover All the men just call him sir And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a walking car And meaner than a junkyard dog Now, Leroy, he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wear his diamond rings On everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an El Dorado II He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a walking car And meaner than a junkyard dog Well, Friday, about a week ago Leroy was shooting dice And at the edge of the bar Stood a girl named Doris And, oh, that girl looked nice Well, he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began Leroy Brown, he turned to Liz And he met him as the wife of a jealous man And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a walking car And meaner than a junkyard dog Well, the two men took to fighting And when they pulled down from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a walking car And meaner than a junkyard dog And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a walking car And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah, he was badder than a walking car And meaner than a junkyard dog