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.   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 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.   Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread   Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread   Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread