Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread
Its a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too
Pack up the meat, sweet, were headin out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe, were gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread