Fibber  Island  -  They  Might  Be  Giants

  Here  on  fibber  island

    We  strum  rubber  guitars

    Our  friends  live  on  mars

    And  we  sew  buttons  on  our  cars

    Here  on  fibber  island

    Our  house  is  made  of  pie

    Our  dog  is  two  miles  wide

    And  all  he  talks  about  is  pie

    Here  on  fibber  island

  We  swim  on  the  ground

  Wheels  are  square  not  round

  We  eat  chocolate  by  the  pound

  Here  on  fibber  island

    (here  on  fibber  island)

  No  one  sings  along

  (no  one  sings  along)

    We  just  ride  giraffes

  (we  just  ride  giraffes)

  And  wear  bicycles  for  hats

  (and  wear  bicycles  for  hats)

  To  get  to  fibber  island

    You  just  close  your  eyes

    Start  fibbing  in  your  mind

    And  see  what  you  can  find

    Here  on  fibber  island

  We  hide  mittens  in  our  hair

  You  might  need  to  stare

  To  see  the  mittens  in  our  hair

  Come  to  fibber  island

    And  strum  rubber  guitars

    Meet  our  friends  from  mars

    And  sew  buttons  on  our  cars