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