Here on fibber island
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We strum rubber guitars
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Our friends live on mars
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And we sew buttons on our cars
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Here on fibber island
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Our house is made of pie
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Our dog is two miles wide
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And all he talks about is pie
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Here on fibber island
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We swim on the ground
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Wheels are square not round
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We eat chocolate by the pound
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Here on fibber island (here on fibber island)
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No one sings along (no one sings along)
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We just ride giraffes (we just ride giraffes)
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And wear bicycles for hats (and wear bicycles for hats)
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To get to fibber island
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You just close your eyes
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Start fibbing in your mind
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And see what you can find
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Here on fibber island
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We hide mittens in our hair
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You might need to stare
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To see the mittens in our hair
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Come to fibber island
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And strum rubber guitars
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Meet our friends from mars
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And sew buttons on our cars
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Fibber Island
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They Might Be Giants |