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Sir Mystery Presents
A gift was born last century’s end,
A gift to the world but first to England.
In ’55 he took a ride,
And landed in Hollywood on California’s side.
He is the man who invented the thrill
With such patience and perfection and skill.
The way he fills us with suspense,
In the angle of murder that he presents.
*(Chorus)*
We sing this song to a man of greatness,
The man who captured mystery.
We sing this song to theatrical genius,
The greatest kind in history.
The man who knew too much took 39 steps,
To the shadow of doubt, north by northwest.
Meanwhile the birds flew to success,
While the lodger laid himself to rest.
We won’t forget the pleasure that came,
When Roger met strangers on a train.
The lady vanishes, she won’t be the same,
And the little cabin was flooded with rain.
(Chorus)
Sir Mystery Presents
Lyrics by Scott Ardill
Music by Jason Carrasco
Lead guitar by Jeremy Watson
Rhythm guitar by Jeremy Watson
Vocals by Jason Carrasco & Scott Ardill
Bass guitar by Jason Carrasco
Drums by Scott Ardill
The Squids, ©1999-2002