Bob Dylan - "Yea Heavy a Bottle of Bread" lyrics

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

Its a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,

Pack up the meat, sweet, were headin out

For wichita in a pile of fruit.

Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout

Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, were 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.

On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread