Bring back, bring back
Bring back that Leroy Brown– yeah

Bring back, bring back
Gotta bring that Leroy Brown– back

Bet your bottom dollar bill you're a playboy
-yeah, yeah
Daddy Cool with a ninety dollar smile
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town– well

I gotta getty up, steady up, shoot him down
Gotta hit that latitude– babe

Big bad Leroy Brown he got no common
sense– no, no
He got no brains but he sure gotta lot of style
Can't stand no more in this here jail
I gotta rid myself of this sentence

Gotta get out of the heat, step into the shade
Gotta get me there dead or alive– babe

Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy, wooh wooh
Wooh, wooh, big bad Leroy– Brown– well

Big Mama LuLu Belle she had a nervous breakdown
(she had a nervous breakdown)
Leroy's taken her honey chile away
But she met him down at the station
Put a shot gun to his head
And unless I be mistaken

This is what she said
"Big bad, big boy, big bad Leroy Brown
I'm gonna get that cutie pie"

Big bad caused a mighty fine sensation
-yeah, yeah
Gone and got himself elected presedent
(We want Leroy for Presedent)

Next time, you gotta hit a biddy baddy
weather
This time, like a shimmy, shammy leather

He's a big boy, bad boy, Leroy
I don't care where you get him from

Bring that big bad Leroy back