Brentalfloss

When I was eight, dude
I couldn't wait, dude
To play this great new game called 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

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 a playdate where playmates don't nay-say what you say
Like an art class where you don't feel gay
(Not that there's anything wrong with that, I-)

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)