Lyrics:

Talking Pop Art
Words and Music by Tom Paxton
Well I went out for a walk last week
I passed a shop they call a boutique
Fancy Dresses of every size, fancy wigs to pop your eyes
Bracelets, diamond rings, stuff for women too

Well I didn't want to see no more
I slipped inside the grocery store
I took down a can of beans, I pulled a dollar out of my jeans
A fella said 'Hold it, that'll be three hundred dollars'

Well a feather could've knocked me down
I mean, I knew this was a high priced town
But this was getting hard to take, I said 'What the hell do you get for steak?'
He looked surprised, said 'It isn't just a can of beans, It's a work of art'

Now I see what the poor man means
He's proud of that little can of beans
I didn't hear what else he said, I had my eyes on a loaf of bread
'White bread four-hundred dollars; Three for a thousand'

Well just about then a crowd came in
And pickin's must've been pretty slim
Because in just a minute, or three, or four
They'd cleaned out that whole grocery store
They bought brooms
Fought over watermelons
One fella put down a pickle. Said ' I don't know much about art
But I know what I like'

Well as I stood there wonderin' why
Two little fellas came cruising by
Little tight suits, little black ties
One of them looked at me and said ' My how rustic, I bid a thousand'
I said 'I beg your pardon?'
'It speaks, I bid five thousand!'

So here I stand in a Superman suit
And everybody says I'm cute
I tried to tell them but they would not see
So they hang their hats and coats on me
Well a job's a job
Still if I had my preference, I'd rather be Batman