When I was eight, dude
I couldn't wait, dude
To play this great new game called Mario Paint! (Mario Paint!)
A title I wish every house had
It came with a mouse and a mousepad!
(It was a big deal back then)

Artistic visions became decisions
No criticisms to work through
It tugs my heart strings
And that's just the start screen
Inside your art dreams await you

What's going on?

So make a bee
Make a Mii (Make a Mii)
Or make a symphony (Arf, meow meow meow meow)
Mario Paint, it ain't just quaint
It's an art school with no rules except "go with your gut"
You can paint the sea or draw a butt
(Or both)

Select brush size, swat some flies
And then you realize (Then you realize)
Other games are not the same
It's a canvas to brandish outlandish things all day
Where a nerdy kid was safe to play
We were Mario Paintin'
Sketchin' and animatin'
Were we throwing a ball?
Were we outside at all?
Nope

We were Mario Paintin' (We were Mario Paintin')
All across the whole nation (All across the whole nation)
And a generation started looking into their heart
Creating pieces of art

What an outlet for a kid experimenting with choice
Finding his creative voice

So whenever I spout off with words like mofo or taint
You can thank Mario Paint
(Cha cha cha)