Ray Davies's
Working Man's Café cover

Art School Babe

Ray Davies, released on The Storyteller (solo) © Davray Music Ltd. 1998


My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes,

Painted face, Egyptian eye-brows and bright red lips

Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco

And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines

From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul Sartre


Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit

The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint

And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home

But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned


I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin

My lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grin

I grovel on the floor, I think "Yeah I think I can make her"

Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator


Art school chaps with creative grand illusions

My sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my hand

Boring the world for hours with political theories

Just to impress anyone who listens while my art school babe

Just puts another inch of make-up on her face


And she says to me:

"Arty farty, you'll never fool your Auntie

Who knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pants"

How did she know that?

Arty farty, I try to throw a party

To impress my peers I struck a creative stance


Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission

I made my play for my art school babe

By humming jazz tunes with words by Furlinghetti

I thought I was ever so cool,

But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little fool

For my art school babe