| 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 alone
|
| 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
|
| But 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've 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 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 just like to watch the world |