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
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 cars.