Sometimes I paint a picture that means a lot to me 
now,I produce the colours, that's what makes a brighter 
day.
I don't know what I want, abstract or cubism,
Someday I'll decide, and I'll make it all the way.
Here, I stand with brush in hand, with these stupid 
paintings and,
As she looks across at me.
Is this the object that I see? It's looking back at me,
As I view and reject it.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I want today.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I'd have wanted 
today.
Now, I walk towards the door and I come back once more,
Come back to take another look, another look at you.
'Cause there's so much more to see. and I change it to 
something new,
Something that I like.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I want today.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I'd have wanted 
today.
Hey now, let's go ahead now, hey now, say pick it up!
Right, hey now, let's go ahead now, hey now, say pick 
it up!
Yeah, hey now, let's go ahead now, hey now, oh boy, oh 
boy,
Say hey now, let's go ahead now, now.
Hey now, let's go ahead now, hey now, oh boy, oh boy,
Say hey now, let's go ahead now, now.
Hey now, let's go ahead now, hey now, oh boy, oh boy,
Say hey now, let's go ahead now, now.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I want today.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I want today.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I want today.
My art makes me feel OK, that's what I'd have wanted 
today.