You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear of your nearest museum
There's the Mona Lisa, the Tower of Pisa
A cowhand's daughter out in Texas
And there's modern art to see
That makes you wonder
What the heck is meant to be
On the streets of Murmark there's a fancy kind of art that is strictly for the
tourists from the sticks
And those wise Greenwich guys really open up your eyes painting portraits of
their pretty little chicks
So to each creator and imitator who daubs and dabbles with the brushes
To the guys that draw their bunnies or the Sunday morning funnies
And brighten up the world today
And to every girl that poses to every Grandma Moses
We like to tip the old beret
