Well, the 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 pus   Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread   Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread   Yeah, 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 me 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 little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed   On the very next day, with a nose full of pus   Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread   Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread   Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread