Six Foot Five Lyrics - Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards

Cold March morning northern California back in 1973 

He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16 

Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide 

No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five. 

Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S. Lumberyard 

On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar 

How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say 

Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn't pay no it don't 

Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole 

He said I don't wanna be poor no fucking more 

Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't 

Stay if you wanna make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way 

Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws 

From their boots to their mutton chops 

Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx and the bastards 

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