When I'm driving in my car   I brake for butterflies   It seems a quite peculiar thing   But I've got my reasons why   I knew a guy who up and died   And rode a boat to hell   When he returned on his sure leave   A story he did tell      When his boat landed, the joint was filled   There were no vacancies   The door man said, "Well anyway,   Would you like to take a peak?"   My friend obliged and joined his guide   From there they did begin   Of seventeen consentric rings of sinners and their sins      On the top was a traffic cop   With murder in his eyes   Leveling his wrath at people who kill butterflies   Doctors, lawyers, clerks, and jerks   Meet heads and movie stars   Well anyone with butterflies   Stuck fast to their fast cars   And oh, my friend, the punishment's too gruesome to be said   But rest assured, there's plenty worse to Hell than being dead      Pretty thing with smashed up wings   Is a site I just can't stand   Yes in my eyes, a butterfly's worth much more than a man   Yes in my eyes, a butterfly's worth much more than a man      So when you're driving in your car   Brake for those butterflies   Cause it's possible Hell may not be full   When it comes your turn to die