Now when the paint jar tipped

Off of the table

You watched as it started to fall

Glass popped, shattered and splattered

And paint spray hit the wall



Bright, blue glossy enamel

Across the kitchen floor

You said, "Good God, look at that pattern

I've never seen that before"



Chorus



Leave it like it is

Never mind the turpentine

Leave it like it is

Its fine



Now when the paint dried

You gave it a title

You called it "Kitchen Blue"

A white frame painted around it

And gallery lighting too



Rich folks come over to dinner

They all want one of their own

They say "How much? Who's the artist"

And, "My what a beautiful home"



Chorus



Now most folks suffer in sorrow

Thinking they're just no good

They don't match the magazine model

As close as they think they should



They live just like the "paint by numbers"

The teacher would be impressed

A life-time of follow the lines

So it's just like all of the rest