No i don't give a shit about warhol And oldenberg's really gone soft in the brain Now dali just wants to be cornholed With one of those crutches he sold to man ray Yes calder was hung up on mobiles And rauchenberg gives a particular pain Now art's just another distraction Like tv commercials that won't go away Bourgeois what's the deal Don't want no dada No don't try to hand me no fantasy It's for surreal When your taste is confined to their palates And their pictures are easily framed on your walls Did you ever consider the malice aforethought Contained in that trivial parcel of art Van gogh does a flip in his casket Rafaels and da vincis are moved down the hall To make way for neimans and no ones Like rock and roll portraiture by guy pellaert Tell me what good is color on canvas Just who will it feed tell me who will it save And do they expect us to stand this barrage Of collage and potage and potage st. germaine The people who work for a living Don't need to ask questions from cradle to grave They don't need di carlo to tell them What's good and what's bad and what's really insane