Tom Paxton - Talking Pop Art lyrics

Talking Pop Art Words and Music by Tom Paxton Well I went out for a walk last week, I pa**ed a shop they call a boutique. Fancy Dresses of every size, fancy wigs to pop your eyes. Bracelets, diamond rings, stuff for women too. Well I didn't want to see no more, I slipped inside the grocery store. I took down a can of beans, I pulled a dollar out of my jeans. A fella said "Hold it, that'll be three hundred dollars". Well a feather could've knocked me down, I mean, I knew this was a high priced town. But this was getting hard to take, I said "What the hell do you get for steak?" He looked surprised, said "It isn't just a can of beans, It's a work of art". Now I see what the poor man means, He's proud of that little can of beans. I didn't hear what else he said, I had my eyes on a loaf of bread. "White bread four-hundred dollars; Three for a thousand" Well just about then a crowd came in, And pickin's must've been pretty slim. Because in just a minute, or three, or four, They'd cleaned out that whole grocery store. They bought brooms, Fought over watermelons, One fella put down a pickle. Said " I don't know much about art, But I know what I like". Well as I stood there wonderin' why, Two little fellas came cruising by. Little tight suits, little black ties, One of them looked at me and said " My how rustic, I bid a thousand". I said "I beg your pardon?" "It speaks, I bid five thousand!" So here I stand in a Superman suit, And everybody says I'm cute. I tried to tell them but they would not see, So they hang their hats and coats on me. Well a job's a job. Still if I had my preference, I'd rather be Batman