Born Toulouse-Lautrec

I had a friend

He said he was an artist

Knew more than the average schmuck

He said he must have been given

A real gift

Well I said that was just dumb luck

All work is honorable

Yet art is just a job

Let me spend my paycheck on a beer

No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods

I'm a worker, you're a worker

Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?

My work he said

Is so complex

So much so he couldn't sell it at an auction

He shuts his mouth

And dotes away

I guess he serves to serve a function

All work is honorable

Yet art is just a job

Let me spend my paycheck on a beer

No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods

I'm a worker, you're a worker

Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?

What's to think

Is the difference between

The tortured artist or the union Joe

From the market I live in

To the world I see

Whatever we reap we're lucky if we sow

All work is honorable

Yet art is just a job

Let me spend my paycheck on a beer

No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods

I'm a worker, you're a worker

Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?