(Picasso Visits The Planet Of The Apes)
See the Spaniard have a ball?
See the Spaniard, trust in no one?
He's on quality street.
He's on quality street.
As the masters rot on walls
And the angels eat their grapes,
I watched Picasso,
Aha
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
As the masters rot on walls
And the angels eat their grapes,
I watched Picasso,
Aha
Pablo Picasso,
Aha
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
Yeah
See the Spaniard, seek companion?
See the Spaniard, take it all?
See the Spaniard, sell his friends out?
He's on quality street.
He's on quality street.
And pretenders pretend,
To their patronage lend.
But it's the ones we don't see,
That always fascinate me.
Yeah
As the masters rot on walls
And the angels eat their grapes,
I watched Picasso
Aha
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
As the masters rot on walls
And the angels eat their grapes,
I watched Picasso,
Aha
Pablo Picasso,
Aha
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
Yeah
And as the real heroes died,
And their ideas supplied,
To a fat little magpie,
With money in his eyes.
They bowed and they scraped,
As opinions he shaped.
How every little sketch,
A fortune will fetch.
And the bleach killer kills,
And the bleach killer kils, yeah.
As the masters rot on walls
See the Spaniard
And the angels eat their grapes
Sell the whole world
I watched Picasso
Aha
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
Aha
As the masters rot on walls
See the Spaniard
And the angels eat their grapes
Sell the whole world
I watched Picasso,
Aha
Pablo Picasso,
Aha
Visit The Planet Of The ...
As the masters rot on walls
See the Spaniard
And the angels eat their grapes,
Sell the whole world
I watched Picasso,
The whole world
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
Aha
Sell the whole world
As the masters rot on walls
See the Spaniard
And the angels eat their grapes,
Sell the whole world
I watched Picasso,
The whole world
Pablo Picasso,
Sell the whole world
Visit The Planet Of The Apes.
Yeah