Me and You, Watson

The sound of the foghorn it tears me from my sleep
I’m much too tired for the waking but too wired for the sheep
and the anvils on the table and the sword is on the door
Now it’s time to pick up breadcrumbs that you spilled upon the floor
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
Now I can’t forget to put the pipe in my mouth for the smell
well tell the neighbors that I’m on the beat again so please don’t pause
in any strange and darkened corners, for that’s where I’m looking first
I’ll rip the groceries from your arms and empty the contents of your purse
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
But the joke is on me as it somehow always seems to be
I went looking for some hard clues of the inner city trees
And there was no one to be found there was no one to be seen
And it’s getting late at night, now Watson let’s grab a cup of tea
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
Now I’m sitting in my room again, still waiting for your call
I got a blister on my forehead from when I leaned against the wall
And my notebook’s full of memories too sad for one to tell
About the time that you were next to me shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson, me and you, Watson