Im 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 watches over you. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. Not to put too fine a point on it, Say Im the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. I have a secret to tell From my electrical well. Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells. So the room must listen to me, Filibuster vigilantly, My name is blue canary one note spelled l-i-t-e. My storys infinite, Like the Longines Symphonette it doesnt rest. 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 Im the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. Im your only friend. Im not your only friend, But Im a little glowing friend, But really Im not actually your friend, But I am. Theres a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry, Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free. Though I respect that a lot, Id be fired if that were my job, After killing Jason off and countless screaming argonauts. Bluebird of friendliness, Like guardian angels its always near. 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 Im the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. (And while youre at it, Keep the nightlight on inside the Birdhouse in your soul.) Not to put too fine a point on it, Say Im the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (And while youre at it,) Who watches over you. (Keep the nightlight on inside the) Make a little birdhouse in your soul. (Birdhouse in your soul.) Not to put too fine a point on it, Say Im the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you. Make a little birdhouse in your Make a little birdhouse in your Make a little birdhouse in your soul.
I do not own this song, all rights go to Neil Cicierega.
