"The Wake Up Call" lyrics

So, you want to be an artist?
Dabbing colors all the day?
You reek the smell of turpentine
Your room's in disarray
Your eyes are on the canvas
When they should be on the ball
I do love you, son of mine
But you need a wake up call
Yes, you need a wake up call

Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
You've got to let him be
Oh, oh-oh, uh-oh
You've got to let him be
Won't you learn to feel beyond
What you can only see
Weren't you once a wayward boy like him?
Show some empathy
Please, show some empathy

So, you want the boy to be an artist?
Dabbing colors all the day?
The whole house smells of turpentine
His room is still in disarray
I know, your eyes are on the boy
But they really should be on the ball
Oh, I love you, wife of mine
But you also need a wake up call
Yes, you need a wake up call
This is the wake up call
It's time to heed the wake up call