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