Every morning on the line, you could see him arrive
Stood six foot six and weighed 245
Kind of broad at the shoulder, narrow at the hip
And everybody knew you didn't give no lip
To Big Yank

Nobody seemed to know where Yank got his weed
He always seemed to have whatever you need
Never said much, kind of quiet and shy
But everytime you seen him, he was always high
Big Yank

Big Yank, Big Yank, Big Bad Yank
Big Yank

You could see him on the streets in his tattered jeans
Pushin pot, poppin' skleens
You'd get a crashin blow from his huge right hand
If he gave you a front, and you didn't pay
Big Yank

Then came that day about quarter to nine
When we ran out of pot and men started cryin'
And tempers flared and hearts beat fast
Cuz everyone thought they'd smoked their last
'cept Yank

Through the beer and the smoke of this man made hell
Walked a giant of a dealer that the men knew well
Pulled out a giant doob and let out with a groan
Then like a big old bogart, he smoked it alone
Big Yank

Big Yank, Big Yank, Big Bad Yank
Big Yank

Then with all his breath he took a mighty toke
And he yelled to the guys, 'You wanna buy some smoke?"
And twenty men scrambled 3 and 4 at a time
Cuz everybody wants to be the first in line
For Big Yank

Pretty soon our foreman came up to the man
Yank threw his pot in a garbage can
He said to Yank, "What you're doin' is a crime."
And everybody knew it was the end of the line
For Big Yank

Big Yank don't work on the line no more
He got busted that day and kicked out the door
But this I'll say about that man
If you can't find good pot, he always can
Big Yank

Big Yank, Big Yank, Big Bad Yank