When I was eight, dude

I couldn't wait, dude

To play this great new game called Mario Paint! (Mario Paint!)

A title I wish every house had

It came with a mouse and a mousepad!

(It was a big deal back then)



Artistic visions became decisions

No criticisms to work through

It tugs my heart strings

And that's just the start screen

Inside your art dreams await you



What's going on?



So make a bee

Make a Mii (Make a Mii)

Or make a symphony (Arf, meow meow meow meow)

Mario Paint, it ain't just quaint

It's an art school with no rules except "go with your gut"

You can paint the sea or draw a butt

(Or both)



Select brush size, swat some flies

And then you realize (Then you realize)

Other games are not the same

It's a canvas to brandish outlandish things all day

Where a nerdy kid was safe to play



We were Mario Paintin'

Sketchin' and animatin'

Were we throwing a ball?

Were we outside at all?

Nope



We were Mario Paintin' (We were Mario Paintin')

All across the whole nation (All across the whole nation)

And a generation started looking into their heart

Creating pieces of art



What an outlet for a kid experimenting with choice

Finding his creative voice



So whenever I spout off with words like mofo or taint

You can thank Mario Paint

(Cha cha cha)