High Art Words and music by Edric McKinney © 02 Oct 2023G C When I was just a boy my father pled D G I be the light that’s set upon a hill Em C And never let coarse thoughts go to my head D G In all my ways reflect God’s holy will G C My mother taught that I should be demure D G Keep sweet and soft, and to all folks be nice Em C The lady I should be is always pure D G My virtue far above a ruby’s price D G Between the two I think some message lost D G My humor foul to make a doctor sick Em C A clever child raised, but at a cost D G The little girl grew up to be a dick G C Respectability can suck my part D G Obscenity’s the mark of all high art Em C Respectability can suck my part D G Obscenity’s the mark of all high art G C They sent me off to school to learn some class D G Read Shakespeare and to teach me proper taste Em C But as Titania straightway loved an ass D G Their aim of taming me was gone to waste G C Though English teachers cultivate the wit D G And sanitize the bard's old sacred plays Em C Teen saxophonists turn the wit to shit D G And carry on in truer form his ways D G Remember when my words turn toward the blue D G My bawdy predecessor’s proverb old Em C Above all: to thine self always be true D G And I can’t help but do that when I’m told G C Respectability can suck my part D G Obscenity’s the mark of all high art Em C Respectability can suck my part D G Obscenity’s the mark of all high art