On the South Side of Chicago
where the White Sox throw it down
they got a real tough task
and they gotta ask,
"What became of Leroy Brown?"

Now, Leroy, he found trouble
back in nineteen seventy-three.
Jim Croce's song was good, but had he understood?
He gave us a mystery.

Still, he's "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
baddest man in the whole damn town"?
That's a bad end to that great song.
I mean, we got a logic clog!

Now, New York had Jim Walker
and you didn't mess around with him
'til a pool-shootin' boy name o' Willie McCoy
showed Jimmy's chance was Slim.

But as we head back to Chicago
Croce said that fateful night
Leroy at the bar saw a girl named Doris
and her man just had to fight.

Still, he's "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
baddest man in the whole damn town"?
That's a bad end to that great song.
I mean, we got a logic clog!

Well, they fought and away they go.
The ending to that song?
"Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
with a couple of pieces gone!"

But, now, was Leroy the winner?
That's the point made here by Mike:
Croce never said what the other
guy in the fight looked like!

Still, he's "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
baddest man in the whole damn town"?
That's a bad end to that great song.
I mean, we got a logic clog!

Well, now, we can't ask Croce
'cause one night in '73
he took off from a plane in Louisiana
and flew into a tree!

Still, he's "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
baddest man in the whole damn town"?
That's a bad end to that great song.
I mean, we got a logic clog!

Still, he's "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
baddest man in the whole damn town"?
That's a bad end to that great song.
I mean, we got a logic clog!

Yeah, that's a bad end to that great song.
I mean, we got a logic clog!