| I was working late one balmy humid evening down the office
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| When a human kid named Tim came racing in straight out the darkness
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| He claimed his old man had vanished, asked my hand in looking harder
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| 'Cause he wasn’t the kind of bum father to just up and scarper
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| Something was more than wrong, he could see this all along
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| Could read the calling card of evil, hear the morbid song
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| I’m Detective Pikachu
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| People don’t believe the news that Pikachu could be the dude
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| To piece the clues and leads, pursue the creep, deduce the seedy truth
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| Pikachu will peek at you, through his magnifying glass
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| And see the truth you seek to hide under that lying ass
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| But I’m not buying that, you think I was born yesterday?
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| I’ve had the best of dames test my aim, she never gets away
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| I’ll never rest my case, until the perp is stuck in the clink
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| Then I might hit the bar to celebrate and buy a cigar to puff with my drink
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| Double scotch on the rocks, still grafting hard when off the clock
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| She must have strapped a rock to the body, pushed it off the dock
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| A hot cup of Joe to pick me up like I’m cutting blow
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| Another all nighter, I require that get up and go
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| I’m Detective Pikachu
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| Following the leads and clues
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| I’m Detective Pikachu
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| Following the trail of seeds to you
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| Peekaboo
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| Peekaboo, it’s Pikachu, but keep it to yourself
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| Be careful who you tell or you could well undo the spell
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| We meet the clientele behind the stairwell of the hotel
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| It’s show and tell, they show and tell, and then we go and smell
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| The trail, 'till we’ve made the perpetrators only home a cell
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| I’ve never lost a case yet, so it’s tough to oversell
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| Now farewell, I have to bounce like a basketball
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| 'Cause suspects are just like Pokemon, I gotta catch 'em all
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| I’m Detective Pikachu
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| Following the leads and clues
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| I’m Detective Pikachu
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| Following the trail of seeds to you
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| Peekaboo |