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