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   He'd kneel in his pew and say   It's work   All that matters is work      He was a lot of things   What I remember most he'd say   I've got to bring home the bacon   Someone's got to bring home the roast      He'd get to the factory early   If you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out   It's 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   I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, ten      You won't be young forever   You should have written fifteen   It's 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, it's 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 I've never seen him like that   It's work   I thought he said it's just work      Andy said a lot of things   I stored them all away in my head   Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do   I think what would andy have said      He'd probably say you think too much   That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do   It's work   The most important thing is work   It's work   The most important thing is work