You can trace the mystery of ancient history
  Through art of artists and their models
  You can comb through the Rome coliseum
  And the rear of your nearest museum
  There's the Mona Lisa, the Tower of Pisa
  A cowhand's daughter out in Texas
  And there's modern art to see
  That makes you wonder
  What the heck is meant to be
  On the streets of Murmark there's a fancy kind of art that is strictly for the tourists from the sticks
  And those wise Greenwich guys really open up your eyes painting portraits of their pretty little chicks
  So to each creator and imitator who daubs and dabbles with the brushes
  To the guys that draw their bunnies or the Sunday morning funnies
  And brighten up the world today
  And to every girl that poses to every Grandma Moses
  We like to tip the old beret