Andy was a Catholic the ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother collecting gossip and toysEvery Sunday when he went to Church he'd kneel in his pew and say It's work all that matters is workHe 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 roastHe'd get to the factory early if you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out It's workNo 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, TenYou won't be young forever you should have written fifteen It's workYou ought to make things big people like it that way And the songs with the dirty words make sure your record them that wayAndy liked to stir up trouble he was funny that way He said, It's just workAndy sat down to talk one day he said decide what you want Do you want to expand your parameters or play museums like some dilettanteI 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 workAndy 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 saidHe'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"work" -Lou Reed