He used to paint in colors Especially fond of blue He used to paint in colors And his colors they were true He used to paint in colors And his colors they were bold He used to paint in colors Silver, pink and gold
Now his hands are old and tired And his eyes are tired too The red's confused with orange And the green is wrong with blue
He used to paint in colors 'Cause colors they were true He used to paint in colors He used to paint the whole night through
They said his work is childlike I'd take that as a compliment He stroked the canvas boldly Like an angel heaven sent
Now his mind is gone And his portraits cold and stark His days are long And the colors have since gone
He used to paint in colors He used to paint in colors He used to paint in colors