Blueberries For Breakfast
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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 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 trousers under the August moon
[Incomprehensible] New York fire [incomprehensible]
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 F.B.I., the C.I.A., 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
Blueberries For Breakfast
The Mamas And The Papas' 1966 hit 'Blueberries For Breakfast' stands as a quintessential example of the California folk-rock sound that defined the mid-1960s. Recorded with the band's signature harmonies and a driving acoustic rhythm, the track captures the carefree spirit of the era while showcasing the group's ability to blend pop sensibilities with folk storytelling. As one of their most recognizable compositions, it remains a staple of the genre's catalog, influencing countless subsequent artists who sought to emulate its breezy, sun-drenched atmosphere. The song's enduring popularity highlights the band's mastery in crafting anthems that resonate across generations, cementing their legacy as pioneers of the folk-rock movement.