Picasso Lyrics

Well I ran across Picasso 
With a paintbrush in his hand 
He painted twenty houses 
Between Elmhurst Road and Rand 
And as he washed on up 
I could tell that he was through 
So I went up and I asked him 
How does it feel to be you?
So Picasso and me 
We were walking hand in hand 
We came across Van Gogh 
And he was playing in a band 
And though I liked his music 
He just didn't have a clue 
So I went up and I asked him 
How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to be you? 
How does it feel to be me? 
I painted myself in a corner 
And I can't leave
So the three of us we traveled 
And we came across Rembrandt 
He was taking dirty pictures 
Of some photogenic tramp 
And though I liked his poses 
With the sunlight's gentle hue 
I went up and I asked him 
How does it feel to be you?
Well the four of us stood there 
With nothing left to say 
It's amazing how our lives have turned 
In several different ways 
Without no hesitation 
But by more a subtle cue 
They smiled and then they asked me 
How does it feel to be you?