I have been counting down the days For one ridiculous little dream Past all the glass and ocean blue To the cutest thing I've ever seen Here comes a wobble down the way Two tiny feet and flippers wide That serious little penguin face Like dignity comes penguin-sized Oh, look at that waddle Look at that walk Look at that belly I can't even talk Hand me the colors Get outta the way I get to paint with a penguin today! I get to paint with a penguin today Dip a little foot and waddle away Splash a little yellow, shuffle through blue Make a tiny masterpiece, whatever you do I don't need reason, I don't need sense There ain't a shred of dignity left Little black-and-white bundle of yay I get to paint with a penguin today! He tilts his head and looks around Like he's inspecting every shade One little step across the canvas And suddenly fine art is made A streak right here, a print right there A happy mess from side to side And every time those flippers flap I lose what's left of my damn mind Look at those footprints Look at that strut Look at that face like "What? I'm an artist. So what?" Give him another Color to play I get to paint with a penguin today! I get to paint with a penguin today Tiny wet footprints leading the way Red into purple, green into blue I don't even care what he's trying to do Frame every smudge, every swipe, every spray Hang that beautiful nonsense on display Best little artist in formal array I get to paint with a penguin today! I got to paint with a penguin today And nothing could've made me happier this way A canvas of footprints, colors and cheer And I'm gonna keep that thing year after year Every little wobble, every little sway Every tiny flipper made my whole damn day Call it a masterpiece, call it what you may I got to paint with a penguin today! We paid how much for this... ..."painting?"
