Intro:
These days, they say
That strange, is all the craze
Paintings, don’t make it
Changes, we’re doing our bit
They know they could
And they know that they’ll have to
They know they would
Although they haven’t got the time
I wish, it would
Vanish, and it should
No one, works hard
Yet everyone, calls this is art
They call this art, they don’t work hard
They call this art, not doing what they’re suppose to
Paintings, don’t make it
Changes, we’re doing our bit
These days, the Tate
Well I say, is in a state
They know they could
And they know that they’ll have to
They know they would
Although they haven’t got the time
No one, works hard
Yet everyone, calls this is art
They call this art, they don’t work hard
They call this art
They call this art, they don’t work hard
They call this art, not doing what they’re suppose to
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They know they could, they know they would, if they had to
They call this art, not doing what they’re suppose to