They Might Be Giants - Fibber Island lyrics

Here on Fibber Island We strum rubber guitars Our friends live on Mars And we sew bu*tons 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 (bicycles for hats) To get to Fibber Island (oooooh) You just close your eyes (oooooh) Start fibbin' in your mind (oooooh) And see what you can find (oooooh) 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 bu*tons on our cars