Andre spent three years all alone
in his car his only home
it was a Lincoln Continental
and Andre with his ma**ive writing sk**s
obtained a memoir deal
for several hundred thousand dollars
now he lives in a house
with his sister and doubts
that he ever will write again
his new prime directive
is to be a detective
solving mysteries no one can
and who'm I to say what is right or ok
for a perfectly stand up man
like Andre
Andre even though you're 4 foot 10
you are a giant among men
but not the giant people usually think of and
one day you will solve the perfect crime
satisfaction will be sublime
you'll get a write up in the paper
and now over the scanner in a desparate manner
a cry of shock and despair
an officer's gone, no one knows whats wrong
he vanished to thin air
and Archibald Aspen he starts to askin
"who will save the day? wheres Andre?"
his name is Andre