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