Andy, it's me Haven't seen you in a while Wish I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were selfish 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 love to to watch you draw and to 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 thought 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, 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 The 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 aren't a worthy epitaph Well now Andy I guess we've gotta go I wish somewhere somehow Your life has 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