Andre Revere

Andre spent three years all alone
In his car, his only home
It was a Lincoln Continental
And Andre with his massive writing skill
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 am I to say
What is right or okay
For a perfectly stand-up man
Like Andre?
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Andre, even though you're four-foot-ten
You are a giant among men
But not the giant that we usually think of
And one day, you will solve the perfect crime
The satisfaction will be sublime
You'll get a write-up in the paper
And now over the scanner
In a desperate manner,
A cry of shock and despair
There's an officer down
And he can't be found
He's just vanished in thin air
And Archibald Aspen
He starts to askin'
"Who will save the day?
Where's Andre?"
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