The Painter Tribe

Here's a story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up a rowdy boy and girl
Both of them were very spoiled, by their mother,
It was quite a whirl.

Here's a story of a man named Dan,
Who was busy with two kids of his own,
They were Painters, living all together,
Boil-in-the-Bag to make them groan.

Til the one day when the lady met this fellow,
and they knew that it was too much to describe,
That this group would somehow form a family,
That's the way we all became the Painter Tribe.

The Painter Tribe, The Painter Tribe.
That's the Way we all became the Painter Tribe.

Here's the story of the 30th anniversary, When we all come back to celebrate the merge,
What started with just the six, has become 20,
To the pool we did converge.


Here's the story of pool-side fellowship, where we spent a great deal of our time,
And when we ate, courtesy of the Taco Man, Boil-in-the-Bag seemed a crime.

Til the evening when this lady fed this fellow, We enjoyed a very familial vibe, This group has loved into a family,
And that's the way we stay the Painter Tribe.

The Painter Tribe, The Painter Tribe.
That's the way we stay the Painter Tribe.


This is dedicated to the twowho created, formed, and maintain our forever family.