[Verse 1]
The shark attacked Watson and the hero k**ed the shark
Down in Havana bay, down in Havana bay
Lucky Watson survived to tell the great tale
But he lost his leg, yeah the shark got his leg
A portrait painter, a Boston boy
Picked up a can of paint, and he told that story straight
[Chorus]
John Singleton Copley
You got me hypnotized
John Singleton Copley
It's music to my eyes, to my eyes
[Bridge, spoken]
When I was a kid growing up in Washington D.C. my parents would often take me and my brother and sister down to the National Gallery of Art for a stroll through the galleries and a decent but overpriced lunch at the cafeteria. Like most kids, I found the gallery stroll to be tedious – portraits of old people, blurry water lilies, landscapes of places that looked boring, and interior scenes that said nothing to me. But there was one picture that I loved. In the late 18th century while across the ocean artists were busy painting fancy ladies in their hats and dresses, a guy from Boston sat down and made a really big, really realistic painting of a guy being attacked by a shark. John Singleton Copley's Watson and the Shark captured my heart, excited my sense of adventure and gave me my first sweet taste of the magic of art. So I thank him for that. This next and final verse is a little bit unrelated but it's about another Copley painting of a really weird looking little boy holding his pet squirrel. Hope you enjoy it
[Verse 2]
That little boy's got a flying squirrel on a long gold chain
He's got a squirrel on a chain
It's an unusual toy for a little boy
But those were different days
Yeah, those were different days
[Chorus]
John Singleton Copley
You got me hypnotized
John Singleton Copley
It's music to my eyes, to my eyes
To my eyes, to my eyes, to my eyes