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 for 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 if I doubted your good heart
Things always seem to end
before they start
Hello it's me
it 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
Well now Andy
I guess we've got to go
I wish someway somehow
you like this little show
I know this is late in coming
but it's the only way I know
Hello it's me goodnight
Andy goodbye Andy