Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread

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.