When I go out with artists   They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists   And I try to catch their meanings   And keep up with all of the martinis   I dont know which should be my favorite paintings      If I could see, If I could see, If i could   See all the symbols, unlock what they mean   Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I   Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally      If I were David Byrne   I'd go to galleries and not be too concerned   Well I would have a cup of coffee   And I'd find my surroundings quite amusing and   People would ask me which were my favorite paintings      What if the artists ran the TV?   All the ads would be for fine scotch whiskey:   Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt family      The artists of the future   Will make up new things and different nomenclatures   And they'll stand amongst their pictures    And they'll sing and laugh and quote from scriptures and    When they go home they'll dream of brilliant paintings