Bad, Bad Leroy Brown - текст песни
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's more than trouble You see, he stand about six foot four All those down-town ladies Call him treetop lover All the men just call him Sir
{Refrain} And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Leroy, he's a gambler And he likes his fancy clothes And he likes to wear His diamond rings In front of everybody's nose
He's got a custom Continental He's got an El Dorado, too He's got a .32 gun In his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe
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Well, Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl name Doris And, oh that girl looked nice
Well, he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' With the wife of a jealous man
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Well, those two men took to fightin' And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like A jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone
{Refrain twice} Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog
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