Lyrics
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, 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."“
"We think you have problem,"“
"And this problem's make you ill."“
The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He out there all his waking hours
Oh, and who's to say he's wrong
But the artist walks alone
And someone says behind his back
"He's got some gall to call himself that
He doesn't even know where he's at"
And they sit in the front of their TV
Saying Hey isn't this a lot of fun
And they laugh at the artist
Saying He don't know how to have fun
Listen up and I'll tell you a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others, like to watch this world
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da....
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
Everyone, 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."“
"We think you have problem,"“
"And this problem's make you ill."“
The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He out there all his waking hours
Oh, and who's to say he's wrong
But the artist walks alone
And someone says behind his back
"He's got some gall to call himself that
He doesn't even know where he's at"
And they sit in the front of their TV
Saying Hey isn't this a lot of fun
And they laugh at the artist
Saying He don't know how to have fun
Listen up and I'll tell you a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others, like to watch this world
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da....