To the tune of “Watching the Detectives”
By Elvis Costello
Not a panel goes without a defect
Seems to be what we’ve come to expect
Little more can be said
What we have now is nothing but the dregs
What a fall for the detective
He used to be so astute
The art has become so defective
All we do is hoot, hoot, hoot,
They would do better to go back to the start
But it seems they could never be that smart
The classics would be so fine
Give us a feeling like a heady wine
We’re watching the fall of the detective
Our complaints are rendered moot
Locher has lost all his perspective
Time for him to get the boot, boot, boot
To the tune of “Watching the Detectives” By Elvis Costello
Not a panel goes without a defect Seems to be what we’ve come to expect Little more can be said What we have now is nothing but the dregs What a fall for the detective He used to be so astute The art has become so defective All we do is hoot, hoot, hoot, They would do better to go back to the start But it seems they could never be that smart The classics would be so fine Give us a feeling like a heady wine We’re watching the fall of the detective Our complaints are rendered moot Locher has lost all his perspective Time for him to get the boot, boot, boot