Andre spent three years all alone In his car his only home It was a Lincoln Continental And Andre with his massive writing skills 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 dispare 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