Darn it, Leroy!

Installment #2 of Misunderheard Lyrics:
I was intending to bring up my second new direction, but have decided to stick with my first.  I'm also hoping it will be trending.  As if. . .
My dad was big on "culturing up" his children.  By this, he meant playing a variety of his 45s.  Those are records, by the way--big pieces of plastic that contained music. ;-)  My sister and I would dance (okay, run in circles) around the living room to such classics and "Guitarzan" and "Time in a Bottle."  I knew of the Edmund Fitzgerald and its sinking before I was even familiar with Great Lakes ships.  
One song my dad liked to play was "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown."  I liked the part about Leroy having a razor in his shoe.  I couldn't figure out how the handle wouldn't stick out and why he didn't get cut, but whatever.  I also couldn't figure out how Leroy was from the south side of Chicago, but was "the baddest man in the whole downtown".  I mean, the south side wasn't downtown after all.  But we all know "the downtown ladies called him tree-top lover," so perhaps he just hung around downtown.
It wasn't until I was in 7th or 8th grade that I learned of my lyrical error.  My teacher was telling our class how the author of "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" never wanted his mother to hear the song because there was a bad word in it.  In my naivete, I tried my hardest to find out where exactly that bad word was.  I had been hearing the song for years, and there was no bad word in it, was there?
Finally, it was revealed to me that Leroy Brown was not "the baddest man in the whole downtown."  He was "the baddest man in the whole d**n town."  Now, in fairness, I at such a young age, was not exactly familiar with swear words, so my young mind obviously interpreted the lyrics with a word I did know.  
I have inherited my father's collections of 45s, along with the rest of his records.  I am in the process of "culturing up" my children.  I don't like to play them "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" too much: Not because of the word which I now know is not down; rather, my husband is always quick to point out the misguided error of my youth.