The two two one B (parodie victorienne de "21 guns" de Green Day)

Do you know what's worth reaching for,
When it's still worth hoping for ?
Do you take the good time to find
Where some detective, may help your poor mind ?
Does your train stop at the right station ?
Are you now in the true London,
Are you walking in Baker street ?
And can you see it ?

The, two two one B,
There, go upstairs !
Then, hardly knock !
Tell an amazing story,
To the famous but sad Sherlock ;
Tell him your cares.

When you'll be at the end of the story,
Watson will give you a cup of tea,
Suddenly Holmes will shout like Achab,
By invinting you roughly to call a cab,
Fast you will leave an astounding place,
To take part in a very strange horse race.
Your last look after the door,
Of course will be for...

The, two two one B,
This beyond compare,
And beloved address,
Where to make a lucky,
A lucky guess with little madness,
In victorian affair !

Do you try to imagine Sherlock Holmes,
Hunting giant rat or unknown worms ?
Do you, whithout going into detail,
Believe bees, one day make him have a sting... in the tail ?!

When it's time to answer to these questions,
And you wonder if it's possible thing,
Maybe in your soul are solutions,
You're in dreams...

Where, two two one B
Is beyond compare
A beloved address
Where to make a lucky,
A lucky guess with little madness...

The, two two one B,
This beyond compare,
And beloved address,
Where to make a lucky,
A lucky guess with little madness,
In victorian affair !