Alba s touto skladbou:
People Like Us,
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 ćil itćŻ time to go.
Ićłe 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 canć° 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...
IćŚ gonna have to call the cops, if you donć° leave me alone.
Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home.
The FBI, the CIA, you know theyćŁl 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.
