To the tune of Winter Wonderland

Pistols shoot,

Are you listening?

In the street,

Blood is glistening.

A terrible fright,

Holmes has gone white

Walking down Baker Street tonight.

Wounded bad, is the doctor.

Holmes sends for another.

He clasps a cold hand,

Tears hard to withstand,

On a cold Baker Street tonight.

In his mem'ry he can see him smiling

And remembers past happy days

He solved lots of crimes with Doctor Watson

And hopes to God that his friend might stay

Later on, he'll sit vigil

As he waits for a signal

He hopes for a sign

The doc'll be all right

On a cold Baker Street tonight