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