Andy was a Catholic
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the ethic ran through his bones
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He lived alone with his mother
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collecting gossip and toys
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Every Sunday when he went to Church
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He'd kneel in his pew and say
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"It's work, all that matters is work."
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He was a lot of things
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what I remember most he'd say
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"I've got to bring home the bacon
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someone's got to bring home the roast."
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He'd get to the factory early
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If you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out
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It's work
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No matter what I did it never seemed enough
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he said I was lazy, I said I was young
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He said, "How many songs did you write ?"
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I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "Ten."
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"You won't be young forever
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You should have written fifteen"
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It's work
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"You ought to make things big
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people like it that way
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And the songs with the dirty words
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make sure your record them that way"
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Andy liked to stir up trouble
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he was funny that way
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He said, "It's just work
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Andy sat down to talk one day
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he said decide what you want
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Do you want to expand your parameters
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or play museums like some dilettante
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I fired him on the spot
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he got red and called me a rat
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It was the worst word that he could think of
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And I've never seen him like that
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It's work, I thought he said it's just work
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Andy said a lot of things
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I stored them all away in my head
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Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do
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I think what would Andy have said
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He'd probably say you think too much
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That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do
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It's work, the most important thing is work
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It's work, the most important thing is work
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Work
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Lou Reed & John Cale |