Some people call me the bearded sculptor, yeah
Some call me the renaissance man
Some people know me as Carl Andre
I'm the poet of the serial plan

People talk about my ex-de facto
Say i did her wrong - it’s all innuendo
Well, don't you worry, don’t you worry
Baby, don't worry
I didn’t push Ana Mendieta out of the window

I'm a stacker
I'm a gridder
I'm a tiler
I like to scatter
Layin' my bricks in grids is fun
I'm an activist
I'm an anarchist
I’m a Marxist
I’m a minimalist
Wearin’ my overalls in the sun

You're the cutest thing
That i ever did see
I love your Cuban peaches
Wanna shake your tree
‘art and nature never goin' to rendezvous
So rock with me baby and we'll
Rock the whole night through’

I'm not a pusher
I'm not a shover
I got my lawyer
And my dealer
They’re freightin’ metal by the tonne
I've been accused
I've been acquitted
The indictment was never proven
By the judge, by the jury or anyone

Some people call me the bearded sculptor, yeah
Some call me the renissance man
Some know me as Carl Andre
Like my buddy ‘Flouro’ Flavin Dan