Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
Everyone and friends and family
Saying, hey, get a job
Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don't really like what you do
We don't think anyone ever will
It's a problem that you have
And this problem's made you ill
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
The artist walks away
Someone says behind his back
He's got his gall to call himself that
He doesn't even know where he's at
The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
Is it really so wrong
They sit in front of their TVs
Saying hey this is fun
And they laugh at the artist
Saying he doesn’t know how to have fun
The best things in life are truly free
Singing birds and laughing bees
You got me wrong says he
The sun don’t shine in your tv
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some will try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold
Everyone and friends and family
Saying hey get a job
Why do you only do that only
Why are you so odd?
Don’t really like what you do
Don’t think anyone ever will
It’s a problem that you have
And this problem’s made you ill
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others just like to watch the world
