Lyrics
It was nice of the Judge to let me tag along with you
He gets kind of weird and antsy waiting for conclusive evidence
Yes, speaking of... what exactly are we looking for?
Anything that proves you didn't murder Larry Butz
Right!
Some clothing, some blood, any loose thread that we can pull on
And if we pull on it hard enough
Gumshoe's whole story will start to unravel
Clothing, blood, got it
A drop of blood could blow this wide open
A bit of cloth could wind up the key
A pair of prints could change the whole trial
A single thread is the thing we need!
Hey, Nick! I found a Magatama
A couple cracks could make a big difference
A minor flaw could solve the whole case
A single thread could be our undoing
I'll take that!
Hey!
That's our evidence!
That you found on my roof!
Give it back, Oldbag
This will make a great gift for my Edgie-poo
Nothing slips past old Wendy Oldbag!
No one escapes my baggy eye!
That's right, you gotta be quick to beat the Oldbag!
Now get off of my roof and say goodbye!