Lyall Poor and penniless He tries to see himself in his eyes Trying to work himself out Trying to see himself through He met someone who might help him But only hindered instead By giving him some colored sweets To paint through a hole in the sky * Dear, dear artist DaVinci of the pavement Paint me a picture, who can tell Paint me a picture, call it hell Dear dear dear dear artist Ln your hour of need An angel will appear To show a road of canvas To pastel shades of light Repeat * Repeat *