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