Lyrics:

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