My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes,   Painted face, egyptian eye-brows and bright red lips   Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like juliette greco   And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines   From marcel proust, jean cocteau and jean-paul sartre      Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit   The art school babe quotes william blake and she rolls a joint   And I think "oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home   But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned      I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin   My lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grin   I grovel on the floor, I think "yeah I think I can make her"   Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator      Art school chaps with creative grand illusions   My sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my hand   Boring the world for hours with political theories   Just to impress anyone who listens while my art school babe   Just puts another inch of make-up on her face      And she says to me:   "arty farty, you'll never fool your auntie   Who knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pants"   How did she know that?    Arty farty, I try to throw a party   To impress my peers I struck a creative stance      Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission   I made my play for my art school babe   By humming jazz tunes with words by furlinghetti   I thought I was ever so cool,   But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little fool   For my art school babe