Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread (Take 1)

[Verse 1]

Comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus

The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed

On the very next day, with a nose full of blood

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

[Chorus]

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

[Verse 2]

One-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too

Pack up the meat, sweet, we're gonna head out

For Wichita now in a pile of fruit

Get the loot, don't be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

Pull that drummer out from behind that bottle

Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it

Slap that drummer with a pie that smells

Take me down to California, baby

[Chorus]

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby