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 hope some way somehow you like this little show I know it's late in coming but it's the only way I know Hello it's me - goodnight andy... Goodbye, andy
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