006 - Like What, Me Worry?

The cleverly named 006 hailed from the Chicago area and released one single on the local Harlequin Records label in April of 1966. That record, Like What, Me Worry?, was picked up for national distribution by the girl-group-centric Red Bird Records a month later. Their presence on Red Bird Records -- which released a lot of songs by professional composers in the Brill Building -- led to speculation that the band was a studio creation. But they weren't. They were a sextet made up of some Beach Boys looking lads. Doc Watson (not THAT Doc Watson) was on lead vocals, Ray Fowler on second vocals, John Kielnik on guitar and organ, Dennis Rezendes on lead guitar, Ted Byczek on drums and Jimmy Flowers on bass.

Like what, Me Worry? tells the tale of a proud loner who is down with being a lone wolf who has comfortably embraced his tough-guy persona. I have no idea who the composer is, other than the E. Wenzlaff credit. Doc Watson lays down some perfectly defiant and flippant vocals for the song. Let's let the lyrics to Like What, Me Worry? by 006 do the rest of the talking for us.

Like what me worry, ha ha ha

You never ever see me walkin' round

Crying over a broken heart

'Cause I made up my mind a long time ago

That I'm a loner from the start

You never see me gettin' all busted up

And worrying my pretty little head

Like man I know where I'm sleeping tonight

Cause I already done made my bed

Like what me worry, ha ha ha

Oh man, you just ain't a threat.

I ain't got no gal I ain't got no pal

That's ever going to cheat on me

I always maintain a very clear head

And nothing ever troubles me

Like man I got my very own cloud

And Im always flying high

But I'll tear that silver lining right out of you

If you mess around in my sky

Like what me worry, ha ha ha

like man you just ain't digging

Up a little baby, come on. yeah!

If I were you I'd march straight ahead

And tape up my big mouth

If you don't your eyes will be headin' north

And your nose will be headin' south

If you think of stirrin' up some action baby

Cause your life is gettin' sorta dull

Then I'll take a deep breath and I'll huff and I'll puff

And I'll blow you right outta your skull

Like what me worry, ha ha ha

oh man you going to be a hairy mess, yeah!

So if you gotta pray and you gotta sing

You better pray and get it sung

Cause there's gonna be an empty place

Where all your teeth once hung

I'm gonna sock your ribs

And stomp your toes

And give your neck a crack

And I'll break every bone individually

In your sacroiliac

Like what me worry, ha ha ha

oh man, you going to be a sorry sumpin'

If you say one more thing about me

When you open up your big mouth

I'll put my hand in there and grab your toes

And turn you inside out

I'm gonna tie you into a great big knot

And throw you onto the floor

Gonna stomp on and pulverize you

Till you ain't no more

Like what me worry, ha ha ha

oh man you ain't suckering nobody

I'm going to take you out to the back alley

and give you a couple of lessons on how to jam, 

man, you know, how to defend yourself against bad things

guns and knives and slashing all the hairy skin, and...

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