No one knows what goes on
Between the time when
I go to sleep then
Open my eyes

How wrong is Mrs. Right
When she says I'm
Always behind
Technique- and feelings-wise

But you see
My dreams are crazy
I can't keep track of them all
In school hours, I'm too lazy
To use my mind, I
Just play football

Well, okay, I just lied
I do use my mind
Yes it's true
What else is new?

And I do use my mind
For my school work
They just don't see it
But can you?

Cause my teach-
ers, they expect me
To be the next Picasso
I'm not Rembrandt, neither Monet
I only draw stuff
For fun, you know?

When teacher marks our big art project
She says I didn't work at my best
When I try to explain it to her
She says 'As if', rips on someone else

All I painted was Abey Lincoln
Sitting in his famous chair
All my classmates, they say it's amazing
That Miss says that I'm not quite there

Art teachers never get
What students do like
What their minds are like
Behind closed eyes