Andy, it's me, haven't seen you in a whileI wished I talked to you more when you were aliveI thought you were self-assured when you acted shyHello it's meI really miss you, I really miss your mindI haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long timeI loved to watch you draw and watch you paintBut when I saw you last, I turned awayWhen billy name was sick and locked up in his roomYou asked me for some speed, I though it was for youI'm sorry that I doubted your good heartThings always seem to end before they startHello it's me, that was a great gallery showYour cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillowsI wish I paid more attention when they laughed at youHello it's mePop goes pop artist, the headline saidIs shooting a put-on, is warhol really deadYou get less time for stealing a carI remember thinking as I heard my own record in a barThey really hated you, now all that's changedBut I have some resentments that can never be unmadeYou hit me where it hurt I didn't laughYour diaries are not a worthy epitaphOh well, now andy, guess we've got to goI wish some way somehow you like this little showI know it's late in coming but it's the only way I knowHello it's meGoodnight, andyGoodbye, andy