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Andy was a Catholicthe ethic ran through his bones
He lived alone with his mothercollecting gossip and toys
Every Sunday when he went to Church
He'd kneel in his pew and say"
It's work, all that matters is work."
He was a lot of thingswhat I remember most he'd say"I've got to bring home the baconsomeone's got to bring home the roast."
He'd get to the factory early
If you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out
It's work
No matter what I did it never seemed enoughhe said I was lazy, I said I was young
He said, "
How many songs did you write ?"I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "
Ten.""
You won't be young forever
You should have written fifteen"
It's work"
You ought to make things bigpeople like it that way
And the songs with the dirty wordsmake sure your record them that way"
Andy liked to stir up troublehe was funny that way
He said, "
It's just work
Andy sat down to talk one dayhe said decide what you want
Do you want to expand your parametersor play museums like some dilettante
I fired him on the spothe got red and called me a rat
It was the worst word that he could think of
And I've never seen him like that
It's work, I thought he said it's just work
Andy said a lot of things
I stored them all away in my head
Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do
I think what would Andy have said
He'd probably say you think too much
That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do
It's work, the most important thing is work
It's work, the most important thing is work
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