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 houses made up high
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
No one sings along
We just ride giraffes
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 have ribbons in our hair
You might need to stare
See the lichtens in our hair
Come to Fibber Island
And strum rubber guitars
Meet our friends from Mars
And sew buttons on our car
Underneath the big clock at the corner
Of 5th avenue and 22nd street
I stood and waited for a girl I knew
At the spot where we agreed to meet
It was four minutes of two
At four of two I stood waiting for the girl
I was four minutes early for the date we had planned
I was planning to say I was in love with her
Just as soon as she showed for a two o'clock date
And the clock said four of two
At four of two I was staring into space
She was not yet late.. according to the clock
I was feeling nervous so I kept looking up
At the clock sticking out of the side of the building
And it still said four of two
At four of two I began to feel tired
And I rubbed my eyes and again I checked the time
It seemed as if the sky was growing dark
But I felt reassured when I looked at the clock
And it still said four of two
I layed my head down on the sidewalk
So in case she were coming i would have a better view
But no one was there so I stretched out
And closed my eyes for a second or two
It was four minutes of two
At once I awoke to a futuristic world
Where with flying cars and gigantic metal bugs
I had grown a beard it was long and white
But I knew that the girl would be coming very soon
For though everything had changed there was still that clock
And it still said four of two
In a future time
Children will work together
To build a giant cyborg
Robot parade
Robot parade
Wave the flags that the robots made
Robot parade
Robot parade
Robots obey what the children say
There's electric cars
There's electric trains
Here comes the robot with electric brains
Robot parade
Robot parade
Wave the flags that the robots made
Robot parade
Robot parade
Robots obey what the children say
No is no
No is always no
If they say no it means a thousand times no
No plus no
Equals no
All no's lead to no no no
Finger pointing, eyebrow's low
Mouth in the shape of the letter "O"
Pardon me... no
Excuse me... no
May I stay, can I go
No No No
Do this... no
Don't do that... no
Sit, stay, roll over
No No No
Finger pointing, eyebrow's low
Mouth in the shape of the letter "O"
Red means stop
Do not go
No No No
Marmalade's from Scotland
Rugs from Pakistan
Mexico has jumping beans
And cars are from Japan
Clowns are from the circus
Barking comes from dogs
Eggs come from a chicken
And log cabins come from logs
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
New York has tall buildings
New Jersey has it's malls
Pisa has a leaning tower
Will it ever fall
The ocean has the fishes
London has a tower
In Holland they have windmills
That sunbakes in pretty flowers
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
Balloons
Balloons
Balloons
Balloons
Spaghetti is from China
But Italians make it best
Ants can make an anthill
And monkeys make a nest
Hungary isn't hungry
And french fries aren't from France
Turkeys aren't from Turkey
They can't fly but they can dance
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
IN THE MIDDLE, IN THE MIDDLE, IN THE MIDDLE
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Use your eyes to look up
USe your ears to hear
Walk up to the corner
When the coast is clear
And wait, and wait
Until you see the light turn green
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Use your eyes to look up
USe your ears to hear
Walk up to the corner
When the coast is clear
And wait, and wait
Until you see the light turn green
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Don't cross the street
In the middle, In the middle, In the middle,
In the middle, In the middle of the block
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ahhhhhhhhh
Hippo hippo hippo
Hippo hippo hippo
Hippo
Mop
Mop
Mop mop
Mopmop
Mop mop mop
Mopmopmopmop
Mooooooooooooooop
Speck of dust dust dust
Speck of dust dust dust
Speck of dust dust dust
Ahhhhhhh
Speck of dust dust dust
Speck of dust dust dust
Speck of dust dust dust
Ooooooohh
One quarter of George Washington's head
Half of George Washington's head
Three quarters of George Washington's head
All of George Washington's head
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ahhhhhhhhh
When I was 39 years old I heard a Story
I found out that there are people walking among us
Who have super powers
These people are called super tasters
To a super taster, bitter fruits taste far more bitter
And sweets far more sweet
Then just a few months ago
I had the chance to meet a real life super taster named John Lee
And this is his true story....
Nothing tastes the same
To the supertaster
When he tastes a pear
It's like a hundred pears
He's got some powers
He is a supertaster
Every flavor explodes
Explodes and explodes
John Lee Supertaster
Tastes more than we do
Everything has a flavor
Some flavors are too much
Can't shut his mouth
Cause he's a supertaster
Though he looks like a man
He is a supertaster
Can't drink coffee or beer
Cause he's a supertaster
Loves ice cream and pie
He is a supertaster
John Lee Supertaster
Tastes more than we know
Everything has a flavor
Some flavors must go
The Edison Museum, not open to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
Folks drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement when they see it
Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron bars, I see the black maria
Revolving slowly in its platform
In the topmost tower, a lights burn dim
A coiling filament glowing within
The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industry
The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey
Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
Recites a poem on a phonograph
Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving pictures
The loyal phantoms of his in house staff
A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out
So when your children quarrel
And nothing seems to quell them
Just tell them that you'll take em to the Edison Musuem
The largest independantly owned and operated mouseleum
THE HOUSE AT THE TOP OF THE TREE
There's a house at the top of a tree
There's a house at the top of a tree
In the house there's a room
In the room there's a chair
And sitting in the chair is you
There's a nose at the end of a snout
Of a dog with his head out the window
Of a car that's driving away from the tree
And at the top of the tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room
And in the room there's a chair
And in the chair is you
There's a plan to eat the house
In the mind of the mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods
Has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of the snout of a dog
And the dog has his head out the window of a car
And the car is driving away from the tree
And at the top of the tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room
And in the room there's a chair
And in the chair is you
There are no more potato chips left
In the empty bag in your hand
And the crumpling sound of the empty bag
Make the mice get mad
And when the mice get mad
It leads to a plan to eat the house
And the plan's in the mind of the mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods
Has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of the snout of a dog
And the dog has his head out the window of a car
And the car is driving away from the tree
And at the top of the tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room
And in the room there's a chair
And in the chair is you
And the reason there are no more chips
In the empty bag in your hand
Is that the crumpling sound of the empty bag
Makes the mice get mad
Which leads to a plan to eat the house
But just in time, the dog arrives to give to the mouse
The potato chips that you took from the bag
And gave to the dog to deliver to the mouse
So the mouse would not eat you
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands!
Stomp your feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your feet!
Jump in the air
Jump in the air
Jump in the air
Jump in the air
Now broom, you now must sweep for me the dust it fills my room
No John I will not sweep for you, for I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking broom, my words you must obey
Another life awaits me and I am leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
I've had enough, I'm throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom
Instrumental
Juices, muffins
Pasta and cheese
Milk and biscuits
And cocktail sauce
I am a grocery bag
Salsa and pickels
And organic grain
I am a grocery bag
Fresh coffee and bagels
Pudding and soap
Baby formula and ham
I am a grocery bag
Lazyhead and Sleepybones always disagree
Though everybody says they should be friends
They're too tired to see
When Sleepybones says he's feeling tired
Lazyhead wants to rest
When Lazyhead says it's number one
Sleepybones says it's best
When Lazyhead uses his imagination
Sleepybones daydreams
Sleepybones says it's not what it looks like
And Lazyhead says it's not what it seems
Lazyhead and Sleepybones always disagree
Though everybody says they should be friends
They're too tired to see
When Lazyhead says somebody's skinny
Sleepybones says thin
When Sleepybones says identical
Lazyhead says twins
When Lazyhead says the window is closed
Sleepybones says it's shut
When Sleepybones says something isn't
Lazyhead says it's not
Lazyhead and Sleepybones
Both take now so long
And even though they should be friends
They can't get along
Lazyhead and Sleepybones always disagree
Though everybody says they should be friends
They're too tired to see
The day is done, the sun is down
The curtains have been drawn
And darkness has descended
Over everything in town
The covers have been turned
And I've got my pajamas on
I've had my fun, I've stretched and yawned
And all is said and done
I'm going to bed
Bed Bed Bed
I've done so many things today
There's nothing left to do
I ate three meals, I rode my bike
I hung out with my friends
I did my chores, I watched TV
I practiced the guitar
I brushed my teeth, I read my book
And then I sat around
I'm going to bed
Bed Bed Bed
Oh it's fun to stay up for even twenty seconds more
When everything has happened and there's nothing else in store
The thing is now to lay my head down, close my eyes and snore
And so to bed directly I gooooooooooo
The day is done, the sun is down
The curtains have been drawn
And darkness has descended
Over everything in town
The covers have been turned
And I've got my pajamas on
I've had my fun, I've stretched and yawned
And all is said and done
I'm going to bed
Bed Bed Bed
I'm going to bed
Bed Bed Bed
I'm going to bed
Bed Bed Bed
See them over there
See them moving down the road
Their arms held out ahead
And their eyes, their eyes are closed
Don't make any noise
Cry out loud or stamp you feet
You'll wake the girls and the boys
Who are walking in their sleep
Every night they throw aside their blankets
Swing their feet down, stand up and move out to the street
Like they're under a spell
And together they roam across the country
And they're walking in their sleep
You'll recognize them
When you see their rumpled hair and stockinged feet
It seems like they want something
But we don't know what it is
But here they come again
Yes here they come again
Move aside and let the people go by
They don't see you thinking they are home in their beds
They must not be disturbed
When they're wandering all across the country
And they're walking in their sleep
Perhaps when they awake
They'll remember everything
They'll think it was a dream
It will be forgotten then
But don't make any noise
Cry out loud or stamp you feet
You'll wake the girls and the boys
Who are walking in their sleep