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