Marcel Duchamp, Duchamp, Duchamp,
made urinals both art and camp.
His nude descended down the stair,
in a fractured world that wasn't there.

Marcel, Marcel, Duchamp, Duchamp,
made Mona Lisa with his stamp.
A bottle rack and simple wheel
made R. Mutts fans applaud and squeal.

Marcel, Marcel, Marcel, Marcel,
he played some chess and played it well,
assembled art that was quite savvy,
created by sweet Rrose Sélavy.

Duchamp, Duchamp, Duchamp, Duchamp,
his art was crazed and full of pomp,
the bride stripped bare by her bachelors, even,
stares down at me as I am leaving.

A mind that thought and then compiled,
the frenzied dreams of a wayward child,
infused with Dada's tantrum stomp,
Marcel Duchamp, Duchamp, Duchamp.