He was a good guy with a nice beard Living really afraid about his face Spent his entire life drinking at nights And cleaning his sister's hall once per week Now his body is into the ground The green knock him down At first round At first round His own fog turn in off At first round Another thing needed to say About his really lucky face I need to highlight this Those kingsize lips But actually thinking about it A song is not enough for him I'll write the whole story Or maybe I will write a book Now his body is into the ground The green knock him down At first round At first round His own fog turn in off At first round His own fog turn in off You know a song is not enough No, it's not enough A book about Ander, Ander A book about Ander, Ander Book, book, book Book, book, book