Blueberries For Breakfast

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

(Her?) New York fire (fly ring?)
Burnin' just a little too bright
Manhattan fire fly
Never make it through the night
Somehow she came out all right
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 Augus moon

John Phillips

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