Intro: F   G7

C           E   
These days, they say
Dm            C 
That strange, is all the craze
Am         Em
Paintings, don’t make it
Dm       G7 
Changes, we’re doing our bit

Am
They know they could
Em                            
And they know that they’ll have to
Am
They know they would
G7
Although they haven’t got the time

Dm   C

C       E
I wish, it would
Dm      C             
Vanish, and it should
Am      Em
No one, works hard
Dm            G7
Yet everyone, calls this is art

C              E    Dm         C
They call this art, they don’t work hard
C              E    Dm                     G 
They call this art, not doing what they’re suppose to

C          E
Paintings, don’t make it 
Dm       C                 
Changes, we’re doing our bit 
Am          Em        
These days, the Tate  
Dm          G7                      
Well I say, is in a state

Am
They know they could
Em                            
And they know that they’ll have to
Am
They know they would
G7
Although they haven’t got the time

Am      Em
No one, works hard
Dm            G7
Yet everyone, calls this is art

C              E    Dm         C
They call this art, they don’t work hard
C              E    Dm         G7   
They call this art
Am             Em   Dm         G7
They call this art, they don’t work hard
C              E    Dm                     G
They call this art, not doing what they’re suppose to


Am   Em   Dm   C  *2
C   D *4
C  E   Dm  C  *2
Am  Em   *5

Am                    Em                    Dm      C    
They know they could, they know they would, if they had to
                        G
They call this art, not doing what they’re suppose to