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