I want to lay my brushes down And put my pallet away Take off my smock And take off my beret
I want to call it a day ♪ For the sun's gone down It's time to light a candle Eight hours straight Is more than I can handle
After that it doesn't pay
So serve up the cheese With the crackers and the wine I want to rid my mouth Of the taste of turpentine I want to get a little drunk, Fatten up my head Find me a good book And take that book to bed
And read until the break of day ♪ Painting ain't the only thing I like to do I like to dance even like to sing, Don't you? Don't you? So come up to my attic If you're happening by And when my work's all done I will show you why First we'll drink to your health, Then we'll drink to mine Who know what will happen When we finish off that wine ♪ That's all I got to say ♪ Maybe we'll make a little hay