Crap Art

Well I like my sums to be hard

And I like my sculptures to be made of lard

And I like my crosswords to be done in advance

And I like my rhymes to be crap

And I like my paintings to be quarter-arsed

And I like my music to be falling apart

And I like my newspapers to be turned into masks

And I like my rhymes to be crap

And repetitive

Well thank God for crap art

Yes thank your God for crap art

Well at least it's a start

Yes thank your God for crap art

And I like my liquids to be fluid

And I like my singles to be long

Well that's good value for money

And I like my bands to be one

And I like my angles to be obtuse

Or acute, I don't mind

And I like my sevens to be sevens

One after six

And I like my pavements to be strewn with broken bricks

Well thank God for crap art

Yes thank your God for crap art

Well at least it's a start

Yes thank your God for crap art

And I'm not talking about David Shrigley here

Y'know he's really good...good for coffee shops

I'm more talking about a pigeon that gets trapped in a conservatory

With a load of house paints

And then it can't escape

So go to your crap church

And pray to your crap God

And thank your God for crap art

Well at least it's a start

And I said to God I said "Hey God!"

He said "Yes, Tom?"

"Well what do you think about my position here?"

He said "Well I like my art to be good. I like the Sistine chapel. But I can see your angle"

I said "Thanks God, y'know you always were so understanding"

And remember making art is really hard

Don't do yourself down

It's OK to make crap

In fact it's refreshing

'Cause a monkey can use Photoshop

Oh and a child can use Final Cut Pro X

To make everything feel the same

And the other day a big corporation approached me

And they asked if they could co-opt my crap art

'Cause they mistakenly thought they saw a kind of misguided authenticity in it

That they would want to co-opt

This was three point four seconds after I posted it on the internet

I thought they had the wrong idea

But I said yes

And now I live in a mansion

It costs too much to keep warm

And I'm still paying off my advance

Behold my cold mansion!

Behold my crap mansion!

Well thank God for crap art

Yes thank your God for crap art

Well at least it's a start

Yes thank your God for crap art

The crapper the better

And you better thank your God

For crap art

Y'know it's the best start

And you better thank your God

Amen