Art is for the filthy rich and their noble fucking minds,
Cause they're the only arseholes with any fucking time
To get to the theatres and the galleries and the restaurants to dine
While all the grotty working class are working down the mines.

They're really very self aware and like to love all men
And wouldn't want to eat an egg that comes from a battery hen
And support univeral justice, and think life is absurd
Just like they've read in Kafka and the other bloody pretentious nerds.

I'd rather ride to Broady and get my face beat in
Disfigured for life by some lethal lout with a bit of tin
And when I'm in my hospital bed, my face slashed down the middle -
At least I won't be called 'artistic', or any of that piddle.