Låttexter: David Bowie. Santa Monica '72 (Live). Andy Warhol.

{This is Andy Warhol and it's take one, take one
It's, it's Warhol actually
What did I say?
Whole, it's whole as in wholes
Aa, Andy Warhol
Wah, Andy Warhol, Andy Warhol
Like whole hub
Andy Warhol like what?
He, ha
Are you ready?
Yeah, ha ha ha}

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
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall, oh oh, oh oh
Andy Warhol, silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all, oh oh, oh oh oh

Andy walking, Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise
(Hm hm hm)

When he wake up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall, oh oh, oh oh
Andy Warhol, silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all, oh oh, oh oh

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall, oh oh, oh oh
Andy Warhol, silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all, oh oh, oh oh