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
Bed bed bed bed bed
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

Clap your hands
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

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)

Underneath a big clock at the corner
of fifth avenue and 22nd street
I stood and waited 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 was in love with her
Just as soon as she showed for a two o'clock date
and the clock said four of two

Juices, Muffins, Pasta and Cheese
Milk and Biscuits and Cocktail Sauce
I am a grocery bag
Salsa and Pickles and Pork and some grain
I am a grocery bag
Fresh Coffee and bagels and pudding and soap
Baby formula and ham
I am a grocery bag

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

1. Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle In the middle
in the middle in the middle of the block
[Repeat1]
2.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
[Repeat1 x3]
[Repeat2]
[Repeat1 x2]

Mr. John Flansburgh: 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:

Lazyhead and Sleepybones
Always disagree
Though everybody says they should be friends
They're too tired to see

When Sleepybones says he's feeling tired
Lazyhead wants to rest
When Lazyhead says it's "number one"
Sleepybones says it's "best"

When Lazyhead uses imagination
Sleepybones daydreams
Sleepybones says, "It's not what it looks like"
And Lazyhead says, "It's not what it seems"

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

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
Elecrtric brains.

Robot Parade.
Robot Parade.
Wave the flags that
The robots made.
Robot Parade.
Robot Parade.

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

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

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

violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin.. OOHH!
violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin.. OOHH!

hippo, hippo hippo hippo hippo hippo hippo

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.. OHH

one quarter of george washingtons head,
half of george washingtons head

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

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?
But where, where do they make balloons?

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