Lyrics: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 or run You’ve gone too far, but we’ll have some fun And you won’t even know what What’s comin’ for you, I’m comin’ for you, yeah
All the other feet Out on London’s streets Better run, better run 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 He’s comin’ home late, he’s comin’ home late And he’s bringin’ me a surprise Bruce-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 Better run, better run 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 ‘Cause, come 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 to come 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 gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
All the other feet Out on London’s streets Better run, better run 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 Better run, better run 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 to come to an end, You just can’t continue
