Verse
E D
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
E D
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
E D
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
E D
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
E D
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
E D
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
[Verse 2]
E D
It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
E D
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
E D
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
E D
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
E D
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
E D
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
[Verse 3]
E D
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
E D
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it
E D
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
E D
Take me down to California, baby
E D
Take me down to California, baby
E D
Take me down to California, baby
[Verse 4]
E D
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
E D
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
E D
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
E D
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
E D
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
E D
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread