Bad Bad Leroy Brown Jim Croce (#1 in 1973)

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, he's trouble
And he stands about six feet four
All the downtown ladies call him: "treetop lover"
The studs they call him: "Sir"
    He's bad, bad Leroy Brown
    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 those fancy clothes
He likes to wave his great big 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
Now Friday - 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the end of the bar, sat a chick named Dorris, and ooh that girl looked nice
Well he layed his eyes upon her
That's when the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown he learned a lesson 'bout messin'
With the wife of a jealous man