The sound of the fog horn
[That/It] tears me from my sleep
I'm much too tired for the waking
But too wired for the sheep
And the anvil's on the table
And the sword is on the door
Now it's time to pick up bread [bad word] 
That you spilled upon the floor
Let's go!

Me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson

Now I can't forget to put to put the pipe
In my mouth, for the smell will tell
The neighbors that I'm on the beat again
So please don't pause in any strange [and/or] darkened corners,
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

This water's something salty
[Soil] In the backseat
[I know what, I know what he's got/but I better heed, please him]

Well 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/you were] no one to be found
And [there was/you were] nowhere to be seen
And it's getting late at night
Now, what's this? 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
For when I leaned against the wall
And my notebook's full of memories,
Too sad for when to tell about the time when you were next to me
[And] Shakin', shakin', shakin', shakin'

Me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson
Me and you, Watson