Lyrics

[Verse]
Andre's got a style that's kind of loud
Smokes a cigarette in every crowd
Turns his collar up and walks about
But every time he belches you want to shout

[Verse 2]
Sneaks into the bar with a cheeky grin
Orders something strong to drown his sin
Can’t remember names but knows your face
Got a secret weapon tucked away just in case

[Chorus]
Andre stinks like an old trash can
Sweat on his brow from a master plan
You think he's cool but oh my lord
Steps past you and your nose gets floored

[Verse 3]
Rides a rusty bike placed in the shade
Collects old coins from a car boot trade
Tells tall tales that are kind of wild
But lean in close and you're defiled

[Bridge]
Got a heart of gold buried deep inside
But a smell so bold not easy to hide
He breaks the rules and bends your mind
Just hold your breath and you’ll be fine

[Verse 4]
Sleeps until noon then he walks the streets
Kicks old cans with worn-out feet
But every time he talks you cringe
Please oh please just pop a mint syringe