Painted Vundabar

[Verse 1]
So honey, smile, smile
Come on along I'll tell you what to do
These young kids are just so volatile
They do it like their pappy taught them to

[Pre-Chorus]
We got a son, won't you get up and stand up
Feels good where I'll be down
All they all want to do is procreate, syncopate
Listen to the words that come out my mouth

[Chorus]
You've got to drain your head
You've got to drain your head
You've got to drain your head
You've got to drain your head

[Verse 2]
I go out late to see the painted people
Disgust, but I still love it, what to do?
I smile along, they set me on an easel
I'll/you stare at space so they can paint me too

[Pre-Chorus]
They paint me up with no rhythm or reason
So I'm not so ugly as sin
I can't tell you what they're painting
Look at the pretty shit out here