Goya--garbanzos, ¡no!
Goya--¡si! Francisco.
¡no! ¡si! Not seen? Now see!

I was confused until I found
That he ain't legumes grown in ground.
Goya sells Spanish fare,
And Goya comes from there,
But one's ate; one has paint renown.

Goya--garbanzos, ¡no! What a dummy!
Goya--¡si! Francisco. Understand now.
So now when I go, yeah,
To the old Prado,
I don't ask to dine.
Goya--garbanzos, ¡no!
Goya--¡si! Francisco.

One, when it's consumed, makes you fart;
One made great works of art.
By both camps I was mocked,
Each was troubled and shocked
As I played my ignorant part.

Goya--garbanzos, ¡no! What a dummy!
Goya--¡si! Francisco. Understand now.
And just so you know, when I'm set to blow,
View prints, but don't smell me!

But now I swagger and I'm a bragger
'cause in these matters I've learned he splattered
Paint to make "Majas," one
Clothed; one with these duds: none
Supping on Goya makes you blatter.*

Goya--garbanzos, ¡no! I'm way too fragrant.
Goya--¡si! Francisco. His paintings wow.
Now difference I know, yeah!
Art Goya: Francisco.
Fart Goya: garbanzo.


*blat (mainly Northeastern U.S. and Great Lakes region): make a loud raucous noise