Lyrics:

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'

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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'

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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