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