In the drizzly London night,
Where the lamposts glow golden,
Two shady characters cast long shadows,
Their fedoras shadow their faces,
And their long coats sweep the ground.
They eye eachother with suspicion,
One has a great brown suitcase,
One has a wallet that could burst,
As they move forward, someone's watching them,
In the long, dark London alley.
As they shake eachothers gloved hands,
The stranger moves out of the alley,
Not seen by either as he stalks forward,
And then you could just hear the click of his hammer,
As Detective Miller got on his way.