Andy, its me, havent 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 its me
I really miss you, I really miss your mind
I havent 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
Im sorry that I doubted your good heart
Things always seem to end before they start
Hello its 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 its 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 thats changed
But I have some resentments that can never be unmade
You hit me where it hurt I didnt laugh
Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph
Oh well, now andy, guess weve got to go
I wish some way somehow you like this little show
I know its late in coming but its the only way I know
Hello its me
Goodnight, andy
Goodbye, andy