There was once a young man,
Who sang and played guitar
He dreamt of fame and fortune
He wanted to be a star
They called him Andy Anders
He had a rockin’ beat
He had good sense of melody
His concerts were a treat

He didn’t think he was Elvis,
As great as Mozart or Bach
He thought he was Bob Dylan
He felt he had good luck
He sang of love and brotherhood
And distressed damsels fair
He dressed in flashy ties and suits
And went and dyed his hair

He topped the charts around the world
From Tulln to Timbuktu
He offered us sweet pop delight
He sang for me and you
His songs were taught and analyzed
In many a college and school
All generations realized
That Andy was no fool