You'll miss me, Sherlock.

Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah.

Tunes.

Take the risk, I take the risk, that's why they think I'm stupid.

I'm Sherlock Holmes, I dress as tutu when we bake a strip.

Bitch, I'm Sherlock Holmes, I know what I'm doing.

Yes, I'm Sherlock Holmes, I will never stop.

I'm chasing case, I'm chasing case, and you can't change the plot.

You see me running, running, running, running in the city.

Cause I got them, yeah, I got them, all the clues completely.

I'm moving fast, I'm moving fast, I'm moving fast and speedy.

I'm hard to understand, you will never know the real me.

Bitch, I'm Sherlock Holmes, I know what I'm doing.

Yeah, I'm Sherlock Holmes, you can't change the plot.

I'm chasing case, I'm chasing case, and I will never stop.

Well, in the merry month of May, now from me home I started.

Left the girls in tune, nearly broken hearted, saluted father dear.

Kissed me darling mother, drank a pint of beer.

Me grief and tears were smothered enough to reap the corn and leaf.

For I was born, caught a stoutback for the British coast.

And covered a brand new pair of brows to rock the love of the bogs.

And frightened all the dogs on the rocky roads.

To double them, one, two, three, four, five.

On to Harriton, and down the rocky roads.

And all the ways to double them, I followed the dogs.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary.

Started by the light, next morning laid.

And to hear the last he smiled, laughing all the while.

At me curious style, could touch your heart.

Above him he asked me, was I hired?

And wages I required, till I was almost hired.