They Might Be Giants


Bird House In Your Soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am.

*chorus*
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I've got a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out theWhistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one-word
spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinate
Like the Longines Symphonette
It doesn't rest

*chorus*

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shoresAnd kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off andCountless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels is always near

*chorus*

(and while you're at it
Leave the nite light on inside theBirdhouse in your soul)

 

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