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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