Andra

Well Andra is a singer and he's often to be found
Gie'in it laldy in a pub, he's known for miles around
Well aub'dy tries to sing like him but naeb'dy sounds the same
Oh Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in the rain

Well Andra likes to take a walk accompanying his dug
He sings while he is walking it's a rare sound for your lugs
If never you should hear it well then that's a crying shame
Oh Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in the rain

Well the protestants they love him and the catholics love him tae
He wullnae stand for any kind of hatred in his day
"Ye aw can get along," he says "or I'll be going hame"
Oh Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in the rain

Well Andra is a ladies' man but no lassie has he hurt
He's fu' o' classy patter and he never cries them burds
And if they look like greeting he just sings a wee refrain
Oh Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in the rain

Well Andra is a man's man and he loves his local pub
He loves to watch his fitbaw and he loves to eat his grub
But if you're gonna fight him then you'd better think again
Cos Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in the rain

Well he's the life of every pairty, he's ay the first to dance
He disnae dress aw funny that's sartorial excellence
As dreich a night as this you'll recognise him walking hame
Cos Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in the rain