Andy, it´s me, haven´t seen you in a while I wished I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy hello it´s me
I really miss you, I really miss your mind I haven´t heard ideas like that in such a long, long time I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint but when I saw you last, I turned away
When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room you asked me for some speed, I though it was for you I´m sorry that I doubted your good heart things always seem to end before they start
Hello it´s me, that was a great gallery show your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you
hello it´s me
Pop goes pop artist, the headline said Is shooting a put-on, is Warhol really dead You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar
They really hated you, now all that´s changed but I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt I didn´t laugh your diaries are not a worthy epitaph
Oh well, now Andy, guess we´ve got to go I wish some way somehow you like this little show I know it´s late in coming but it´s the only way I know