Yeah Heavy And A Bottle of Bread Bob Dylan Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor little chauffuer, though, she was back in bed On the very next day; with a noseful of pus Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread (3) 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 pileof fruit Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout (3) 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 (3)   alles-uke.de