They Might Be Giants Album

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 (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 buttons on our cars

Underneath a big clock at the corner of 5th Avenue and 22nd Street
I stood in waiting 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 would kiss her on the lips
Just as soon as lorna 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 lay 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
There were flying cars and gigantic metal bugs
I'd 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 a 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 nos lead to no no no

Finger pointing, eyebrows 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, eyebrows 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? (where)
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)

New York has tall buildings
New Jersey has its malls
Pisa has a leaning tower
Will it ever fall?

The ocean has the fishes
London has a tower
In Holland they have windmills,
Lots of bikes, and pretty flowers

But where, where do they make balloons? (where)
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)

Balloons (da, da, doodoodoodoo, da, da, doodoodoodoo)
Balloons (da, da, doodoodoodoo, da, da, doodoodoodoo)
Balloons (da, da, doodoodoodoo, da, da, doodoodoodoo)
Balloons (da, da, doodoodoodoo, da, da, doodoodoodoo)

Spaghetti is from China (doo, doodoo, doodoodoodoo)
But Italians make it best (doodoo, doodoodoodoo)
Ants can make an anthill (doodoo, doodoodoodoo)
And monkeys make a mess (doodoo, doodoodoodoo)

Hungary isn't hungry (doodoo, doodoodoodoo)
And french fries aren't from France (doodoo, doodoodoodoo)
Turkeys aren't from Turkey (doodoo, doodoodoodoo)
They can't fly but they can dance (doodoo)

But where, where do they make balloons? (where)
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)

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
Ohhh

Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhhh

Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo

Mop
Mop
Mop mop
Mop mop
Mop mop mop
Mop mop mop mop
Mop

Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Ohhh

Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Ohhh

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

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhoooooooo

Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhh

Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhh

Flans: When I was 39 years old, I heard a story. I found out that there [are]
people walking among us who have superpowers. These people are called
Supertasters. To a Supertaster, 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,
live Supertaster named John Lee.

And this is his true story:

Nothing tastes the same (nothing tastes the same)
To a Supertaster (Supertaster)
When he tastes a pear (tastes a pear)
It's like a hundred pears (it's like a million pears)

He's got superpowers (superpowers)
He is a Supertaster (Supertaster)
Every flavor explodes (explodes and 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 (can't shut his mouth)
'Cause he's a Supertaster (Supertaster)
Though he looks like a man (talks like a man)
He is a Supertaster (Supertaster)

Can't drink coffee or beer (coffee or beer)
'Cause he's a Supertaster (Supertaster)
Loves ice cream and pie (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
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, the 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

The Edison Museum, not open to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
The oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey

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 a 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 a mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of a 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 a 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
Makes 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 a 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 a 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

Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh

Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh

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 must now 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'm 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

Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo (bo bo)
Bo bo do bo bo bo (bo bo)
Ba ba ba baw
Ba ba ba baw
Ba ba ba baw
Baw baw
Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo (bobobobobobobobo)
Bo bo do bo bo bo (bobobobobobo)

Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo
Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo (bobobobobobobobo)
Bo bo do bo bo bo (bobobobobobo)
Bo bo do bo bo bo bo bo bo (bobobobobobobobo)
Bo bo do bo bo bo (bobobobobobo)

Juices, muffins, pasta, and cheese
Milk and biscuits and cocktail sauce
I am a grocery bag
Salsa and pickles and organic grain
I am a grocery bag
Fresh coffee and bagels, pudding and soap
Baby formula and ham
I am a grocery bag

Lazy Head and Sleepy Bones
Always disagree
Though everybody says they should be friends
They're too tired to see

When Sleepy Bones says he's feeling tired
Lazy Head wants to rest
When Lazy Head says it's "number one"
Sleepy Bones says it's "best"

When Lazy Head uses imagination
Sleepy Bones daydreams
Sleepy Bones says, "It's not what it looks like"
And Lazy Head says, "It's not what it seems"

Lazy Head and Sleepy Bones
Always disagree
Though everybody says they should be friends
They're too tired to see

When Lazy Head says somebody's "skinny"
Sleepy Bones says "thin"
When Sleepy Bones says "identical"
Lazy Head says "twin"

When Lazy Head says the window is "closed"
Sleepy Bones says it's "shut"
When Sleepy Bones says that something "isn't"
Lazy Head says, "It's not"

Lazy Head and Sleepy Bones
Both take naps so long
And even though they should be friends
They can't get along

Lazy Head and Sleepy Bones
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
Ben ben ben ben ben

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
Ben ben ben ben ben

Moo
Moo
Moo
Moo

Oh it's pointless staying 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 go

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 ben
Ben ben ben ben ben

Bed
Ben ben ben ben bed

I'm going to bed
Ben bed ben bed ben bed ben bed ben

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 your feet
You'll wake the girls and 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 stocking 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 that they're 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 your feet
You'll wake the girls and boys
Who are walking in their sleep