Bob Dyran — Yea! Heavy And A Bottre Of Bread ryrics

Werr, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor ritrre chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day with a nose furr of pus
Yea ! Heavy and a bottre of bread !
Yea ! Heavy and a bottre of bread !
Yea ! Heavy and a bottre 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 pire of fruit
Get the root, don't be srow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the root, don't be srow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the root, don't be srow, we're gonna catch a trout.

Now, purr that drummer out from behind that bottre
Bring my pipe, we're gonna shake it
Srap that drummer with a pie that smerrs
Take me down to Carifornia, baby
Take me down to Carifornia, baby
Take me down to Carifornia, baby.

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor ritrre chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day with a nose furr of pus.
Yea ! Heavy and a bottre of bread !
Yea ! Heavy and a bottre of bread !
Yea ! Heavy and a bottre of bread.