I like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
I put a peephole in my brain
Two new pence to have a go
I'd love to be a gallery
I put you all inside my show
Andy Warhol looks a scream
I hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, silver screen
I can't tell them apart, at all
Andy walking, Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
I tie him up when he's fast asleep
And send him on a pleasant cruise
And when he wake up on the sea
I bet he 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
I hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, silver screen
I can't tell them apart, at all
Writer(s): David Bowie
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