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