THE ARTIST
 
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I'm an artist that ought to be 'hung' in the Royal Acadamy
That is to say my pictures hung upon the line should be
My subjects are poetic - my style is quite aesthetic
My pictures seem to cast a spell, but strange to say they never sell.

Chorus: Take my word I'm very very clever,
But I really don't know why
I'm living in a garret, my style is eighteen carat
But you'll want to buy my pictures when I die.


I'm an artist that ought to be there, but I never get a chance
I'm most eccentric - always wear a fringe upon my pants
When paper men pursue me - and start to interview me
I tell them I don't ride in cabs, my brand of cigarette is 'tabs'

Chorus: Take my word I'm very very clever,
But I really don't know why
I'm living in a garret, my style is eighteen carat
But you'll want to buy my pictures when I die.
 
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Written and composed by A. J. Mills and B. Scott - 1902
Performed by George Robey (1869-1954)
 
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