Oh your head‘s too instant
And your Jell-o mold won‘t mix
Your head's too empty
Ain't nothing you can fix
So I'm going back to Wichita
And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes
Going back to Wichitown!
And bebop the rebop blues
My clutch is slipping
But I'll arrive on time
My clutch went out
Beside the plastic diner sign
Oh your head‘s too instant
And your Jell-o mold won‘t mix
Your head‘s too empty
Ain't nothing you can fix
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Going back to Wichita
And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes
Going back to Wichitown
And bebop the rebop blues
Ain't pulling no weight baby
So I don‘t need no lows
All I need is high
And I know just how to go
Going back to Wichita
And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes
Going back to Wichitown
And bebop the rebop blues
I‘m going back to Wichitty
And bebop around the flo, oh yes
I‘m going back to Wichitty
And bebop the rebob blues
The bebop blues