Songtext von 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 You see, he stand 'bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" (Right on now) And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy, he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like 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 And he's bad, bad, Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well, Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named Doris And, oooh, that girl looked nice Well, he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began 'Cause Leroy Brown, he learned his lesson 'bout messin' With the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog 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 And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned 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 damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog