Bad, Bad, Bad

Sittn’ on a barstool

Listening to the music play

He was acting like a fool

Telling everyone his name

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A gambler, playing pool

And the stakes were kinda high

His mouth began to drool

When his eyes, locked onto mine

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He gave a little grin,

as he waved his crisp, green bill

He pulled me into him

And said, “hey, my name is Phil

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“I like to shoot for money

And I noticed your pair of shoes

The tingle in my gut, was funny

You must join me, in a game of pool”

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I looked down at my uggs

And, furrowed my brows at him

My shoulders began to shrug

And I said, sure, my name is Jim

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I used to hang out, in this town

That was, until, one night, in this bar

I ran into a cat named, who called himself, Leroy Brown

And things went a bit, too far

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He flirted with my girl

While I was outside with my friends

Everybody knew the rule

So, I cleaned the floors with him

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Then, I dropped my quarter in the jukebox

Pressed the buttons, B, 13

He looked a little shocked

When he learned, that Jim, was me

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He ran out of the bar

Dropping his hundo on the ground

We all had another round

And cheered, “thank you, Leroy Brown