The Wake Up Call
by The Claypool Lennon Delirium
From the album: The Great Parrot-Ox and The Golden Egg of Empathy
Duration: 2:52
Lyrics for The Wake Up Call
So you want to be an artist? Dabbing colors all the day You reek the smell of turpentine Your room's in disarray Your eyes are on the canvas When they should be on the ball I do love you son of mine But you need a wake up call Yes you need a wake up call Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh You've got to let him be Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh You've got to let him be Won't you learn to feel beyond What you can only see Weren't you once a wayward boy like him? Show some empathy Please show some empathy So, you want the boy to be an artist? Dabbing colors all the day The whole house smells of turpentine His room is still in disarray I know your eyes are on the boy But they really should be on the ball Oh, I love you wife of mine But you also need a wake up call Yes you need a wake up call This is the wake up call It's time to heed the wake up call