Andy Warhol
andy comes in campbell cans
tomato soup black, white, and red
squeezed out pop until it bled
art is all in andy's head
andy do you dare to dream
pinks and yellows, blues and greens
the day you popped onto the scene
do you know just what i mean
marilyn's golden in her day
elvis skates in figure eight's
64 the riot race
moon museum from outer space
andy smokes the cigarettes
andy crosses his long legs
yellow hair on top his head
is your 15 minutes up my friend
andy's made it all so clear
andy drew so we could hear
it has been too many years
andy can you paint my tears
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