Andy Warhol

Like to take a cement fix,

be a standing cinema,

Dress my friends up just for show,

see them as they really are

Put a peephole in my brain,

two new pence to have a go,

Like to be a gallery,

put you all inside my show,

Andy Warhol, looks a scream,

hang him on my wa-a-a-all

Andy Warhol, silver screen,

can’t tell them apart at a-a-a-a-all

Andy walking, Andy tired,

Andy take a little snooze,

Tie him up when he fast asleep,

send him on a pleasure cruise

When he wake up, on the beach,

be sure to think of me and you.

To think about paint and to think about glue,

what a jolly boring thing to do.

Andy Warhol, looks a scream,

hang him on my wa-a-a-all

Andy Warhol, silver screen,

can’t tell them apart at a-a-a-a-all

Andy Warhol, looks a scream,

hang him on my wa-a-a-all

Andy Warhol, silver screen,

can’t tell them apart at a-a-a-a-all