Blueberries For Breakfast - The Mamas & The Papas

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 'til it’s time to go

I’ve 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’t go Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon

Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon

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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’m gonna have to call the cops, if you don’t leave me alone

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

The FBI, the CIA, you know they’ll 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