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Big Bad Brad (Food City)
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New words to the tune "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown"
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I'm nothing more than a songwriter trying to present my creations as best I can. I realized I was a composer when I noticed tunes in my head that I'd never heard elsewhere. Lyrics come almost that easy now but my performance skills are lacking. Arranging my own music is time consuming so I often write lyrics to available arrangements when commercial value is not an issue. Although I could benefit from the performing talents of others, I'm a one man band.
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Genre
Podcasts • Comedy
Charts
Peak #31
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Jim Croce, altered by Dana Correll
Rights
1972 and 2009
Uploaded
June 30, 2010
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:51
Story behind the song
A co-worker of mine often emptied boxes and flattened them in his job of stocking freezer cases. I teased him about killing boxes, and I called him the "Corrugation Killer". He was so good-natured about it that I victimized him with this song.
Lyrics
Well, on the east side of the canned goods, past the pet food just a tad, by the freezers there you had to just beware of a man named "Big Bad Brad". He's the "Corrugation Killer". You see he stand 'bout six foot three. Well he opened victims, put his big hands in them, then he gutted them with glee. 'Cause . . . Chorus: he's Bad, Bad, Big Bad Brad, the baddest grocer we ever had. Badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog. Now Brad he hid the corpses in a baler kept out back. He tossed them in and he squished 'em thin and then he baled them just like that! He got a big smile that can fool you and a voice that's soft and shy. But you better watch out 'cause there ain't no doubt that he's a coy and cunning guy. Yeah . . . (repeat chorus) Well he left behind the freezers and the dude's moved up to meat. To hear a cleaver's thud and see the sight of blood must be such a special treat. I don't see him on his new shift but my mind begins to race. I see him sawin' up steaks or whatever it takes to keep that smile upon his face. 'Cause . . . (repeat chorus) Yeah I hope he loves his new job, and I wish that guy success, 'cause if we ever meet on a lonely street I don't want him wanting flesh. 'Cause . . . (repeat chorus)
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