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