Goin down to blueberry hill Gonna get a new set of wheels To bring a bribe by the way of the walk That's right I'm going, to blueberry hill So come here to right your wrongs The few there are So come up next to me boy and we'll We'll have a cigar Well I trip till it's Sunday Sunup to sundown Ya I feel it come Ya I know it will That's right I'm going down Back to blueberry hill Well the kids obliterated He's got dynamite knees He freaks everyone out When he starts to bleed Your pungent perfume Your licking your lips So don't try to tell me To up and split So say it's been quite the stint With your tears on my head But I ain't throwing a fit I got 2 band-aids and a scrape to fix E-gotta get get going but before I'm gone I want you to know that I won't be long (No) Goin down to blueberry hill Gonna get a new set of wheels To bring a bribe by the way of the walk That's right I'm going, to blueberry hill Well I trip till it's Sunday Sunup to sundown Don't ask who they are Or where they've been That's right we're going down and back again You cant breath See or speak Scratch the poppy And begin to breath Son, I was never ever taught The right from the wrong So I killed a man Just for his gum So say it's been quite the stint And I try to get back all over again Only for it to slip back back through my hands And I missed how I felt in the light of substance If I could have it back well id do it again I try to get get it Back all over again Only for it to slip back (Back) through my hands Well I missed how I felt In the light of substance If I could have it back Well I'd do it again