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