In '92 this...
game was brand new, this...
new thing to do, we called it Mario Paint!


It came with a mouse and plastic mousepad!
A game I wish every house had!

Artistic visions become decisions
No criticisms to work through
It tugs my heart strings

And that's just the start screen
Inside your art dreams await you


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 a playdate where playmates don't nay-say what you say
Like an art class where you don't feel gay

...ahem.

Adjust brush size, swat some flies,

and 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'

Drawing and animatin'
Were we throwing a ball?
Were we outside at all?

Nope.
We were Mario Paintin'
You know my mom was faintin'!

Younger generations 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 $$^^*& or taint
You can thank Mario Paint
(Cha cha cha)