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Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread		Yupi! Pesado y una botella de pan

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		El tebeo y yo, nosotros, cogimos el autobús. La pobrecita chófer, sin embargo, volvió a la cama al día siguiente, con la nariz llena de pus. ¡Yupii! Pesado y una botella de pan, ¡Yupii! Pesado y una botella de pan, ¡Yupii! Pesado y una botella de pan.

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		Es una ciudad de calle única, marrón, y una brisa también, envuelve la carne, cariño, nos vamos a Wichita en un montón de fruta. Coge el dinero no seas lenta, vamos a pescar una trucha, coge el dinero no seas lenta, vamos a pescar una trucha, coge el dinero no seas lenta, vamos a pescar una trucha.

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		Saca al batería de detrás de la botella, tráeme la pipa, vamos a sacudirla. Dale a ese batería con una olorosa tarta Llévame a California, muchacha, llévame a California, muchacha, llévame a California, muchacha.

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		El tebeo y yo, nosotros, cogimos el autobús. La pobrecita chófer, sin embargo, volvió a la cama al día siguiente, con la nariz llena de pus. ¡Yupii! Pesado y una botella de pan, ¡Yupii! Pesado y una botella de pan, ¡Yupii! Pesado y una botella de pan.

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