Lyrics

Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread (Dylan)

Appears on:
 Sleeper

Marc Riley - Vocals, Guitar
Eddie Fenn - Drums, Guitar, Piano
Phil Roberts - Bass, Vocals
Mark Tilton - Guitar
Simon Taylor - Guitar

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.
Hit the loot, don't go slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Hit the loot, don't go slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Hit the loot, don't go slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pup, we're gonna shake him
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
Take me down to California, baby

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
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus