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)