Ian Dury - Peter The Painter lyrics

Dury-McEvoy Who's got the toughest brush with the sweetest strokes at the Royal Academy of Jack-the-lademy? Mr. Blake is the actual bloke at the Royal College of useful knowledge He plays his part without complaint at the Royal Society for insobriety Gets his pencils and his paint from the Royal Commission for intuition. It's not a fake, it's a Peter Blake It's navy blue, it's crimson lake It takes the cake and no mistake For Goodness sake, take a look at those Blakes. Who's paintings brighten any day? Who draws each breath from loving life? Who's golden beard and black beret? Who's sharper than a palette knife? Who treasures every mortal scrap at the Royal Borough of extremely thorough? Peter Blake is the actual chap at the Royal Enclosure of cool composure And such nice beauties do impart from the Royal Exchange of rare and strange The wonders of his noble art at the Royal Tournament of glad you're bornament. It's not a cheat, it's one of Pete's It's daisy darling, libby sweet To ease your mind and soothe your aches For Goodness sake, take a look at those Blakes. It's Peter the painter, it's Peter the painter It's Peter the painter, it's Peter the painter It's Peter the painter, it's Peter the painter Peter is going to paint a picture for you. It's Siriol the she-devil of naked madness Wynken Blynken and Nod Errol Flynn, Robert Melville Elvis Presley and Cheetah the monkey. It's Peter the painter, it's Peter the painter It's Peter the painter, it's Peter the painter It's Peter the painter, it's Peter the painter …