Story of an Artist

I don't know It's like when you go to read your own poetry You get all choked up 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 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 growin' old Some would try for fame and glory Others just like to watch the world