Who's got the toughest brush with the sweetest strokes at the Royal Academy for Jack-the-lademy?

Mr. Blake is the actual bloke at the Royal College of Useful Knowledge

He plays his part without complaint at the Royal Society for Insobriety

Gets his pencils and his paint from the Royal Commission for Intuition



It's not a fake it's a Peter Blake

It's navy blue, it's crimson lake

It takes the cake and no mistake,

For goodness' sake take a look at those Blakes



Who's paintings brighten any day, who draws each breath from loving life?

Who's golden beard and black beret, who's sharper than a palette knife?



He treasures every mortal scrap at the Royal Borough of Extremely Thorough

Peter Blake is the actual chap at the Royal Enclosure of Cool Composure

And such nice beauties do impart from the Royal Exchange of Rare and Strange

The wonders of his noble art at the Royal Tournament of Glad You're Born-ament



It's not a cheat, it's one of Pete's

It's Daisy darling, Libby sweet

To ease you mind and soothe your aches,

For goodness' sake take a look at those Blakes



It's Peter the painter

It's Peter the painter

It's Peter the painter

It's Peter the painter

It's Peter the painter

It's Peter the painter

Peter is going to paint a picture - for you



It's Siriol the she-devil of naked madness, Wynken Blynken