I sit around and make my art, but no one sees,
I read my comics for a day or two,
Look at the viewer and have a chat,
I'm tired of being lazy and fat,
I'm in the void that I entered,
And it's getting scary.

Paint me blue and make me slim,
Get me away from Bobby Jim,
There's too much bees, and growling bears,
And there's too many cooks.

Get me a toy like Ernie's duck, give me water.
I can't get in the tubby without the duck.
I'm feeding my old cats with food,
They all seem to be in the mood,
I exit the void to my studio,
And it disappears.

Paint me blue and make me slim,
Get me away from Bobby Jim,
There's too much bees, there's growling bears,
And there's too many cooks.

They cook their eggs and bacon,
They feed me eggs and bacon,
I eat their eggs and bacon,
These cooks know how to make them.

I sit around and sing my songs, but no one's watchin'.
Call me the guy who goes on Drawception.
Frank Matthews says to get back on the show, or you might get rolled into dough.
When deleted users made me low, you're getting sleepy.

Paint me blue and make me slim,
Get me away from Bobby Jim,
There's too much bees, there's growling bears,
And sleepiness had me awaken.

Paint me blue and make me slim,
Thinking of too much Bobby Jim,
Some say read, cause there'll be bears,
But they're on a book.