Lyrics:

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 wish 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