1990 release "Songs for Drella"
     by Lou Reed and John Cale

Andy, it's me, haven't seen you in a while
I wished I talked to you more when you were alive
I thougt you were self-assured when you acted shy
Hello it's me
I really miss you, I really miss your mind
I havn't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time
I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint
But when I say you last I turned away

When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room
you asked me for some speed, I thought 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 no Andy- guess we've got to go
I hpe someway soemhow you like thie littel show
I know it's late in comeing but it's the only way i know
Hello it's me -Goodnight Andy
Goodbye, Andy