We were just sitting in the room. I was playing my guitar, when Betsy tells Andrea we sometimes make up songs on the spot just for fun. Andrea wanted us to play a song about Andy Warhol, so Betsy took her own artistic thoughts and here it is. Raw and unrefined.
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lyrics:

I went down to the museum
With a pretty little girl.
There was paintings all up on the wall
But one was the worst of all
Ill tell you, it was Andy Warhol.

He took some paint and threw it down
and mixed it all around.
I've seen Sh*t that looked better on the ground.
now he slept with Marilyn Monroe,
'Cause she was a F*cking H*e
She didnt give a shit...he was a....

Now, Andy Warhol sucks butt.
Andy Warhol sucks butt.
Andy Warhol Sucks f*cking butt.
He couldn't paint, he couldn't talk,
the man could barely f*cking walk
the only thing that he could do was coke.
f*cking coke.

now the other day I sat down,
With some real crappy art supplies.
And i took a brush and closed my eyes,
and what I made to my surprise
was much better than his shit

Cause real heart, real art
It comes from deep inside.
Not when you got two little bloodshot eyes
so five foot two and made of lice (?)
he was..that didnt make sense did it?
piece of sh*t and he was Andy Warhol.

Andy Warhol sucks butt.
He sucks big bright-colored butt. (he was a slut)
Andy Warhol sucks butt (he cant do f*cking sh*t)
Andy Warhol sucks butt (its a good thing he's dead)

Andy Warhol sucks butt
He did coke and had sex with sluts
art comes from deep inside
not from bloodshot eyes.

All lyrics are either opinions or entirely fictional, sorry if anyone was offended.