I know you’ve got a quick mind
You’ll look around the room, who knows what you’ll find?
See, you’ve got quite a pet
Hangin’ off your arm, perfect target
 
And now, you can’t hide [bad word] You’ve gone too far, but we’ll have some fun
And you won’t even know what [bad word]  for you, [bad word]  for you, yeah
 
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets [bad word]  [bad word] Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better solve, better solve
Faster than my snipers
 
All the other kids
with their crimes undid
better hush, better hush
don’t speak my name
But now I’ve got to bid
Thirty million quid
just to get, just to get
you playin’ my game
 
Sherlock works a long day [bad word]  home late, [bad word]  home late
And he’s bringin’ me a surprise [bad word] Partington plans on a flash drive
 
I’ve waited for a long time
The slight of my hand is now a troop of snipers
I reason with your little pet
I’ll set your heart on fire, gonna burn it out, yeah
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets [bad word]  [bad word] Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
 
Thought that I was dull
But I’m changeable
Get away, get away
Wish you’d stop tryin’
Maybe now your fate
We’ll negotiate [bad word] on, it’s for John
Now can’t you stop pryin’?
 
But the flirting’s over, Sherlock, daddy’s had enough now. I’ve shown you what I can do, I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid just to get you [bad word] out and play. So take this as a friendly warning… my dear. Back off. Although, I have loved this — this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing [bad word]  Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets [bad word]  [bad word] Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets [bad word]  [bad word] Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
 
No one gets to me
Not to Moriarty
But you’re close, very close
Knew you had it in you
Oh, it’s such a shame
That our little game
Has [bad word] to an end,
You just can’t continue