Brian Wright - Central Park lyrics

I met the last of the great painters Selling gra** in Central Park He painted all he was afraid of ‘Til all the world was art And he's a brilliant conversationalist His topics ranging near and far From the price of tea in China To the fastest foreign cars He knows a lot about the cars But he doesn't have a license Doesn't leave the neighborhood He doesn't quite know where his wife is But he hopes she's doing good She ran off to south of Sante Fe With some hippie throwing copper That was seven years ago today Well, he heard she had a daughter Well, he heard she had a daughter Oughta send her something nice he thought A book, a piece of j**elry But he don't know what she likes And he thinks her name is Julie Partially and mostly right For her name is Julianna Probably pretty, probably shy Probably gets it from her momma She had a real good looking momma Not a single day goes by, He doesn't think of her and wonder, Why she up and left him for some turquoise wearing sculptor But she always liked a dry heat She was raised in Arizona It's a hundred ninety-five degrees At seven in the morning Doo do doo, do doo doo, doo do do, doo doo do I was walking through the park Trying to score a joint or two I was probably lying when I said I was a singer, Said he saw it in my eyes I was just an in-betweener Never stood up to a giant Never seen the Mona Lisa Never said nothing so defiant, so that anyone'd believe it No one's gonna believe it Well he hasn't touched a brush In long enough he could still wield it Saw a lot of things he'd like to paint But, he never could quite feel it And I've felt the same of song When there was no one there to listen But, it never was for them No, it never was for them No, it never was for anyone but me He said, I am not a wise man But I know you are mistaken Cause art is only yours Until the second you create it And I may have had a wife once And I may have been a painter But, right now I got these bags man And they're fifty bucks an eighth That's the going rate So, I thought I'd pick one up for ya Doo do doo, do do doo, do do doo, do do doo I was walking throught the park And I was on my way to see ya