Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon. Butterflies in my trident, under the August moon. Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon. Butterflies in my trident, under the August moon. Drive you to the airport, wait till 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 trident, under the August moon. Her New York firefly ring, burning just a little too bright. Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night. Oh my, she came out, oh my. Through the darkness see her light, shining brightly. Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon. Butterflies in my trident, 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 trident, under the August moon. Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon. Butterflies in my trident, under the August moon. Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon.