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 2 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 alone, 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 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 carsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.