Listen up and I’ll tell a storyAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryOthers aren’t so boldEveryone, and friends and familySaying, « 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 storyAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryOthers aren’t so boldThe artist walks aloneSomeone 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 flowersAppreciating the sunHe does this all his waking hoursBut is it really so wrong?They sit in front of their TVSaying, « Hey! This is fun! »And they laugh at the artistSaying, « He doesn’t know how to have fun. »The best things in life are truly freeSinging 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 storyAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryOthers aren’t so boldEveryone, and friends and familySaying, « 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 storyAbout an artist growing old.Some would try for fame and gloryOthers just like to watch the world.