Birdhouse in Your Soul -They Might Be Giants
I'm your only friend/ Im not your only friend/ But Im a little glowing
friend/ But really Im not actually your friend/ But I am/ Blue Canary in
the outlet by the light switch/ who wathes 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 have a secret to
tell/ from my electrical well, / It's a simple message and Im leaving out
/The whistles and bells/ So the room must listen to me/ fillibuster
vigilantly/ My name is blue canary/ one word spelled L-I-T-E/ My story's
infinite/ like a longines symphonette/ it doesnt rest/ There's a picture
opposite me/ of my primitive ancestry/ who stood on rocky shores and kept
the beeches shipwreck free/ Though I respect that alot/ Id be fired if that
were my job/ for killing Jason off and/ countless screaming argonauts/
Bluebird of friendliness/ like guardian angels it's/ always near/ (and
whle you're at it/ leave the nite lite on inside the birdhouse in your soul) |