The Mamas & the Papas - Blueberries for Breakfast lyrics

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon,

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon,

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

Drive you to the airport; wait 憈il it抯 time to go.

I抳e checked the weather report; they say it will not snow

And all the planes can come and go.

But I think the ceiling is too low,

So you can抰 go.

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon,

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

[?] New York fire [?]

Burning just a little too bright.

Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night.

Somehow she came out alright;

Through the darkness, see her light shining bright.

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon,

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

I抦 gonna have to call the cops, if you don抰 leave me alone.

Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home.

The FBI, the CIA, you know they抣l never leave you alone---

And I will cut you to the bone.

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon,

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon,

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon.