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