Andy's Gone With Cattle
Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.
He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.
Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?
Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
Since Andy cross'd the Darling.
The gates are out of order now,
In storms the `riders' rattle;
For far across the border now
Our Andy's gone with cattle.
Poor Aunty's looking thin and white;
And Uncle's cross with worry;
And poor old Blucher howls all night
Since Andy left Macquarie.
Oh, may the showers in torrents fall,
And all the tanks run over;
And may the grass grow green and tall
In pathways of the drover;
And may good angels send the rain
On desert stretches sandy;
And when the summer comes again
God grant 'twill bring us Andy.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Andy Warhol
(this is andy warhole and its take one, take one)
Its, its warhol actually
(what did I say)
Whole, its whole as in wholes
(andy warhol)
Wah, andy war hol, andy war hol (he)
Like whole hub
He
Ha
Are you ready
(yeah)
Ha ha ha 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
Id like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show
Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Cant tell them apart at all
Andy walking, andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when hes fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise (hm hm hm)
When he wakes up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
Hell think about paint and hell think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do
Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Cant tell them apart at all
Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Cant tell them apart at all
(handclaps)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Andy's Return
With pannikins all rusty,
And billy burnt and black,
And clothes all torn and dusty,
That scarcely hide his back;
With sun-cracked saddle-leather,
And knotted greenhide rein,
And face burnt brown with weather,
Our Andy’s home again!
His unkempt hair is faded
With sleeping in the wet,
He’s looking old and jaded;
But he is hearty yet.
With eyes sunk in their sockets—
But merry as of yore;
With big cheques in his pockets,
Our Andy’s home once more!
Old Uncle’s bright and cheerful;
He wears a smiling face;
And Aunty’s never tearful
Now Andy’s round the place.
Old Blucher barks for gladness;
He broke his rusty chain,
And leapt in joyous madness
When Andy came again.
With tales of flood and famine,
On distant northern tracks,
And shady yarns—‘baal gammon!’
Of dealings with the blacks,
From where the skies hang lazy
On many a northern plain,
From regions dim and hazy
Our Andy’s home again!
His toil is nearly over;
He’ll soon enjoy his gains.
Not long he’ll be a drover,
And cross the lonely plains.
We’ll happy be for ever
When he’ll no longer roam,
But by some deep, cool river
Will make us all a home.
poem by Henry Lawson
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This Friendly World
R.E.M., Andy, Tony---This Friendly World
ANDY: Hi, Michael.
MICHAEL: Hi, Andy. Thanks for joining us. Do you
wanna ... you wanna sing a song together?
ANDY: Sure! Is it a sweet song?
MICHAEL: Yeah, it's real sweet.
ANDY: O.K.!
[They laugh.]
MICHAEL:
In this friendly, friendly world
With each day so full of joy
Why should any heart be lonely?
ANDY: My turn!
In this friendly, friendly world
With each night so full of dreams
Why should any heart be afraid?
The world is ...
MICHAEL ANDY:
... such a wonderful place
To wander through
When you've got someone you love
MICHAEL:
To wander along with you
ANDY: O.K., now take every second word! With ...
MICHAEL: ... the ...
ANDY: ... sky ...
MICHAEL: ... so ...
ANDY: ... full ...
MICHAEL: ... of ...
ANDY: ... stars
MICHAEL: And ...
ANDY: ... the ...
MICHAEL: ... river ...
ANDY: ... so ...
MICHAEL: ... full ...
ANDY: ... of ...
MICHAEL: ... song, Every ...
ANDY: ... heart ...
MICHAEL: ... should ...
ANDY: ... be ...
MICHAEL: ... so ...
ANDY: ... thankful
It's a friendly world! Don't you think so, Michael?
MICHAEL: Yup!
TONY: Oh yeah?! What's so friendly about it?!!
This is Tony Clifton, and, and I demand a part in
this song! I'm just as big a part of the movie as
these guys are! And, and I will not sit back while
some sought-after Colonel Kurtz wanna-be, uh, uh
has his day in the sun! I think he's enough
boring! I think, um, uh-uh, Michael here should, uh
sit this one out! At least the next verse, or so!
ANDY: Is that O.K., Michael?
MICHAEL: O.K.
ANDY: I don't think you have a choice.
MICHAEL: (laughs) O.K.
TONY:
The world is such a wonderful place
Ha! to wander a-through!
Ah, when you've got someone you luh-huuuv
Ah, to wander along, ah, with yooo-hoooooo!
O.K., you go...
MICHAEL: With the sky so full of stars
ANDY: And the river so full of song
MICHAEL: Welcome back, Andy. Every heart should be ...
MICHAEL ANDY: ... so thankful
ANDY: Thankful for this friendly, friendly world
Thank you, Michael!
MICHAEL: Thanks, Andy!
ANDY: Thank you all for this friendly, friendly world!
TONY: Thanks for nothing! K, where's the girls?
They in a chopper? The guy's got a chopper, right?
song performed by by REM
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Lynne And Andy
R.E.M.---Lynne Andy
ANDY: Hey!
LYNNE: (laughing) What?
ANDY: Wanna go to Memphis and get married?
[Pause.]
LYNNE: Do I wanna go to Memphis and get married???
ANDY: Mm hmm...
LYNNE: Wha-haa? (Pauses, then changes tone.) Why Memphis?
ANDY: Because Memphis is the wrestling capital of the
world. I'll get up in the ring, and I'll announce that the
I'll marry the FIRST woman who beats me. Then you can get up,
and we'll wrestle, and I'll let you win, and ...
LYNNE: You'll let me win? (laughs.)
ANDY: ... yes, I'll let you win. I'll let you. Then we'll run
off and get married on the David Letterman show.
LYNNE: God.
ANDY: O.K.? (He kisses her.) Whaddaya say?
LYNNE: Is this for real???
[Instrumental]
song performed by by REM
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Killing Andy Warhol
Did you ever see the sun rise up
Above this blackened hole
Did you ever feel that what you wants
Not under your control
Ever think that how you feel
Is not quite what you are
Some of us are satellites
Some are superstars
Theyre killing andy warhol
Hes a saint and hes a thief
Well all die a million times
Thats what I believe
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
They say the rain in europe
Cools you down and helps you think
Water, water everywhere
Nothing you can drink
Kissing andy warhol
His skin feels like a shark
White hair sits so beautiful
Eyelids are so dark
And Im trying to get ahead
Like any boy or girl
Thered be no dictators anywhere
If I could rule the world
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
Thats impossible - he got all that money
Adorable - having all that money
Feasable - that its all black money
Its so criminal - making all that money
All I want, is what Id want
But I dont want that now
Theyre dressing andy warhol up
If only thay knew how
Jesus on the neon sign
Turns and starts to laugh
And Im thinking about this oxygen
And how Ill make it last
Killing andy warhol
Hes a saint - yeah hes a thief
Motorways are everywhere
With no clean air to breathe
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Having all that money
Killing andy warhol
Hes got all that money
And its real black money
Making all that money
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
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song performed by by Simple Minds
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Well, I wouldn't say that this experience had any influence on my decision to do this film about Andy, because Andy was apolitical. Andy was never political.
quote by Milos Forman
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Andy Veto
Andy Veto never slept a wink last night;
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
Andy had to take us extra drink last night;
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
There was one who led you thro' the sea, you know,
He who paid his life, and left you free, you know;
But Andy V. receipts the bill, so he, you know--
Why, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Come! Come! Joshua, come!
Don't you think it's time the journey closes?
For you kwow we'll never stand in the promised land
While Andy Veto's our Moses.
Moses can't afford to let his people vote;
Darkey's, he's your Moses!
He must watch his little flock, his own scapegoat,
For, darkeys he's your Moses!
Thinking of you brings him wakeful nights, you know;
You might up and take your "civil rights," you know,
And make a "war of roses" with the whites, you know;
So, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Andy Veto thought he wore a crown last night;
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
When the people spoke, it tumbled down last night;
But, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Were it not a pretty sight--methinks I see
Thirty million loyal people, proud and free,
Around the throne of Andy Veto bend the knee;
Oh, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Andy Veto been a fishing for "another term;"
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
Guess that when vacation comes we'll change the firm,
If, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Ev'ry-thing is going wrong while Andy leads;
We must change the diet on which Andy feeds;
Ah! "reconstruction," that is just what Andy needs;
And, darkeys, he's your Moses!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Me And Little Andy
Late one cold and stormy night i heard a dog a' barkin'
Then i thought i heard somebody at my door a' knockin'
I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm
Then i saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms
Before i could say a word she said, 'my name is sandy
And this here is my puppy dog, it's name is little andy'
Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress
Then i asked her to come in and this is what she said
Chorus:
Ain't ya got no gingerbread
Ain't ya got no candy
Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little andy
Patty cake and bakersman
My mommy ran away again
And we was all alone and didn't know what else to do
I wonder if you'll let us stay with you
Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill
Can we stay all night
If you don't love us no one will
I promise we won't cry
London bridge is fallin' down
My daddy's drunk again in town
And we was all alone and didn't what we could do
I wonder if you'll let us stay with you
She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven
But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven
God knew little andy would be lonesome with her gone
Now sandy and her puppy dog won't ever be alone
Ain't ya got no gingerbread
Ain't ya got no candy
Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) andy
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Andy McElroe
My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,
So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.
My father sold a bog-hole to equip him for the war.
And my mother sold the cushions of her Sunday jaunting car.
And when brave Andy reach'd the front, 'twas furious
work he made,
They appointed him a private in the Crocodile Brigade.
The sound of Andy's battle cry struck terror thro' the foe.
His foot was on the desert and his name was McElroe.
At least that's what the letter said that came across the foam.
To Andy's anxious relatives awaiting him at home.
The papers say he ran away before he met the foe.
But that was quite unlike the style of Andy McElroe.
One morning brave Lord Wolseley for a battle felt inclined;
But all could see the general had something on his mind;
Sez he, 'My staff, 'twere dangerous to face yon deadly foe,
Unless we're sure that quite prepared is Andy McElroe.'
Then Andy cried, 'I'm here, my lord, and ready for the fray,'
'Advance then,' cried Lord Wolseley, 'and let every trumpet bray.'
Then England, Ireland, Scotland, rolled together on the foe,
But far ahead of everyone rushed Andy McElroe.
At least, that's what the letter said that came across the foam
To Andy's anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.
The government despatches had another tale- but no!
We won't believe a word against brave Andy McElroe.
The Mahdi had gone up a tree, a spyglass in his eye,
To see his Paynim chivalry the northern prowess try;
But soon he saw a form of dread, and cried in tones of woe,
'Be jabers let me out of this - there's Andy McElroe.'
Then down he hurried from his tree, and straight away he ran,
To keep appointments, as he said, in distant Kordofan,
And fled those Arab soldiery like sand siroccos blow,
Pursued (with much profanity) by Andy McElroe.
At least, that's what he told us when returning o'er the foam
To greet his anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.
So sing the song of triumph, and let all your bumpers flow,
In honour of our countryman, brave Andrew McElroe.
poem by William Percy French
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Middleton's Rouseabout
Tall and freckled and sandy,
Face of a country lout;
This was the picture of Andy,
Middleton's Rouseabout.
Type of a coming nation,
In the land of cattle and sheep,
Worked on Middleton's station,
`Pound a week and his keep.'
On Middleton's wide dominions
Plied the stockwhip and shears;
Hadn't any opinions,
Hadn't any `idears'.
Swiftly the years went over,
Liquor and drought prevailed;
Middleton went as a drover,
After his station had failed.
Type of a careless nation,
Men who are soon played out,
Middleton was: -- and his station
Was bought by the Rouseabout.
Flourishing beard and sandy,
Tall and robust and stout;
This is the picture of Andy,
Middleton's Rouseabout.
Now on his own dominions
Works with his overseers;
Hasn't any opinions,
Hasn't any `idears'.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Desperate Andy
He always holds on to his girlfriend
Thats where he likes to be
He like to wear the ball
And the chain on his neck
A false sense of security
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Re la la la la la la
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Re la la la la la la la la la
The world is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get high
And get whatever you want to
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na,
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na,
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na
He used to be a closet biker they say
A 1957 bsa
He used to collect writing paper
They wonder wonder wonder
Wonder wonder of
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la la la
Isnt it dandy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la la la la la la
The world is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get high
And get whatever you want to
The word is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get laid
And get whatever you want to
The world is your oyster
The world is yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
song performed by by Cranberries
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Work
Andy was a catholic
The ethic ran through his bones
He lived alone with his mother
Collecting gossip and toys
Every sunday when he went to church
Hed kneel in his pew and say
Its work
All that matters is work
He was a lot of things
What I remember most hed say
Ive got to bring home the bacon
Someones got to bring home the roast
Hed get to the factory early
If youd ask him hed tell you straight out
Its work
No matter what I did it never seemed enough
He said I was lazy, I said I was young
He said, how many songs did you write
Id written zero, Id lied and said, ten
You wont be young forever
You should have written fifteen
Its work
You ought to make things big
People like it that way
And the songs with the dirty words
Make sure your record them that way
Andy liked to stir up trouble
He was funny that way
He said, its just work
Andy sat down to talk one day
He said decide what you want
Do you want to expand your parameters
Or play museums like some dilettante
I fired him on the spot
He got red and called me a rat
It was the worst word that he could think of
And Ive never seen him like that
Its work
I thought he said its just work
Andy said a lot of things
I stored them all away in my head
Sometimes when I cant decide what I should do
I think what would andy have said
Hed probably say you think too much
Thats cause theres work that you dont want to do
Its work
The most important thing is work
Its work
The most important thing is work
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Me & Little Andy
Late one cold and stormy night I heard a dog a barkin
Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a knockin
I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm
Then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms
Before I could say a word she said, my name is sandy
And this here is my puppy dog, its name is little andy
Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress
Then I asked her to come in and this is what she said
Chorus:
Aint ya got no gingerbread
Aint ya got no candy
Aint ya got an extra bed for me and little andy
Patty cake and bakersman
My mommy ran away again
And we was all alone and didnt know what else to do
I wonder if youll let us stay with you
Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill
Can we stay all night
If you dont love us no one will
I promise we wont cry
London bridge is fallin down
My daddys drunk again in town
And we was all alone and didnt what we could do
I wonder if youll let us stay with you
She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven
But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven
God knew little andy would be lonesome with her gone
Now sandy and her puppy dog wont ever be alone
Aint ya got no gingerbread
Aint ya got no candy
Aint ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) andy
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Andy at Studio 205
Andy sits in Studio 205
that has many gifts on shelves inside
-like a scope that does collide.
Andy has every occasion greeting cards
-to send happy thoughts or your best regards.
He has spell books, and colored candles too
-interesting knick knacks, even voodoo.
Yes, a voodoo doll that is really cool.
Voodoo doll has the fantastic price of $9.99
place needles in pressure points on body so fine.
He has an armless chicken with a bikini on-
She looks respectful because she's not wearing a thong
-unlike the room with the colorful dongs.
Andy helps people with problems no matter what day-
He is filled with wisdom and knows the right thing to say.
On my Birthday he gave me a mermaid Dora doll
-he knew I didn't want a black & white stuffed cow.
I performed by reading Sarah's Special Birthday
with my doll Melodie Mezoree'.
I was promoting my show in front of his store-
with Barnes & Noble reading flyers once more.
Andy supports local Artist and I remember him say-
"It's all about you—not me today"
Andy just ran for City Commissioner
-in this Lake Worth town-
Andy gets the people's vote-he won the crown!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 9,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Andy at Studio 205
Andy sits in Studio 205
that has many gifts on shelves inside
-like a scope that does collide.
Andy has every occasion greeting cards
-to send happy thoughts or your best regards.
He has spell books, and colored candles too
-interesting knick knacks, even voodoo.
Yes, a voodoo doll that is really cool.
Voodoo doll has the fantastic price of $9.99
place needles in pressure points on body so fine.
He has an armless chicken with a bikini on-
She looks respectful because she's not wearing a thong
-unlike the room with the colorful dongs.
Andy helps people with problems no matter what day-
He is filled with wisdom and knows the right thing to say.
On my Birthday he gave me a mermaid Dora doll
-he knew I didn't want a black & white stuffed cow.
I performed by reading Sarah's Special Birthday
with my doll Melodie Mezoree'.
I was promoting my show in front of his store-
with Barnes & Noble reading flyers once more.
Andy supports local Artist and I remember him say-
"It's all about you—not me today"
Andy just ran for City Commissioner
-in this Lake Worth town-
Andy gets the people's vote-he won the crown!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 9,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Man In The Moon
Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
song performed by by REM
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Phenomenal Irn Bru
Andy's finally gone and done it,
He's proved the sceptics wrong,
A Grand Slam, now at last he's won it,
It will match his Olympic gong.
A battle royal he had to fight,
Against a champion fierce and proud,
But in the end it all came right,
He truly mesmerised the crowd.
The game went one way then the next,
Who'd win was anyone's guess,
The way both played had them perplexed,
It was like a game of chess.
At two sets all Andy took a break,
He had to do a pee,
Feeling like a nervous wreck,
He asked, what's wrong with me?
I'm in a spot of bother here,
If winning is my intention,
I must show Novac I've no fear,
I'll need some divine intervention.
This beguiled his fierce counterpart,
Against Andy he couldn't compete,
It was like a dagger through his heart,
He had to admit defeat.
Novac asked, what was this potion?
That gave you this awesome power,
Was it food or perhaps a lotion?
Whatever it made me cower.
Andy replied in his broad Scots tone,
My tactics I had to review,
After I drank it victory was sown,
‘' It's Phenomonal Irn Bru ‘'
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
Andy Warhol in The Philosophy of Andy Warhol
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Man On The Moon
Mott the hoople and the game of life. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy kaufman in the wrestling match. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister fred blassie in a breakfast mess. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Lets play twister, lets play risk. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, andy did you hear about this one? tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey andy are you goofing on elvis? hey, baby. are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe theres nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister charles darwin had the gall to ask. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey andy did you hear about this one? tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, andy are you goofing on elvis? hey, baby. are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe theres nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Heres a little agit for the never-believer. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Heres a little ghost for the offering. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Heres a truck stop instead of saint peters. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister andy kaufmans gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey andy did you hear about this one? tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey andy are you goofing on elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe theres nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
song performed by by REM
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Of course, the whole Andy Kaufman angle was classic. I'm real proud of that. I mean that is something people are still talking about 20 years later, making movies about and that sort of thing. I mean not a day goes by that someone doesn't mention Andy Kaufman to me.
quote by Jerry Lawler
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