Fine Artiste Blues I quit my job I spent three months in bed Thought I’d take up fine art painting instead I got me a canvas and I got me some pain Five minutes work is gonna make me a saint Refrain: Baby I’m a fine artiste And maybe I deserve to be kissed
My paintings are famous and they’re worth lots of dough Pretty girls all hang around my gallery show I’m as good with my paintbrush as I am with my lips Stick around honey learn some aesthetic tips (Refrain)
Be bull-headed at what ever you do Let that old ego come a beamin’ on thru Tell him fine art is something he don’t know And he’ll be that chump who floats you that dough (Refrain)
First I was a cowboy and then a guru priest Any old thing just to keep my palms greased Wear a white leather suit and some bubble toed shoes Got a fifty thousand dollar a year case of the blues (Refrain)