I heard sirens wailing in the middle of the night
Maybe it's a murderer
Maybe it's a burgalar
But I sat up feeling uptight
I took my old jacket
And I took a rusty hatchet
I don't know why
Oh! I'm feeling so high
I went out in the chilly night
Hoping to see a criminal sight
I think I heard footsteps
Somebody's missteps
I followed, found a man breaking a lock
Oh, I felt like the new Sherlock!
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