I am Sherlocked you are Sherlocked we are Sherlocked
All of us together
Crims on the lam like punts down the Cam: bright lead balloons
He's flying
Thieving Magpie conman fraudster snake-oil salesman got the magic code
(Defying)
Linseed oil and breadcrumbs poisoned piggies in a poke
When the Yard don't see
You'll burn your heart of course; it's hanging on your sleeve
John John blogger blogger
Hatman boasting, patches smoking
Don't you hope Sir Earhat jokes with you? (Fine fine fine!)
See how he's so incredibly high, see how he dies
I'm crying, I'm crying,
I'm crying, I'm crying