Andy

American icon, you wanted to be a machine

Everything is plastic, you wanted to be plastic

You mirrored the sixties, as no one could imagine

Leaving behind you, a collection of a thousand pics

You’ve put some light in our eyes

So much joy in our lives

So much love in our hearts

All your heart in POP ART

Why 612, cardboard time caps of your life ?

You haven’t read the script, clinically dead, what a life

So much violence , you found the Velvet so sweet

Known as a businessman, Hollywood was at your feet

The Factory is closed, you took it away forever

Somewhere in the silver clouds, surely leafing the New Yorker

Listening to the Rolling Stones, and wiping your sticky fingers

Pope of the Pop you’ll stay, for all these singers