Saturday, July 19, 2014

Benedict Cumberbatch Turns Me to Jelly. So Pathetic.

In honor of his 38th birthday, here is a song about Benedict Cumberbatch.

How does this even? *dies*
It's sung to the tune of "Cottleston Pie." If you don't know the song...well, shame on you, first of all. But also, please watch this clip first. It's one of my favorite clips from my second-favorite Muppet, Rowlf the Dog. Take it away, Rowlf.

I love that clip so much.

OK, now here's my song for Benedict Cumberbatch. Sing along. SING ALONG. OK.

Benedict Cumberbatch, Sherlock Holmes guy,
Your birthday's on the 19th of July.
I'd like to hug you and lead you awry...
If you were here I would certainly try.

Benedict, Benedict, you make me sigh
With those sweet heterochromatic eyes.
Ginger or raven or snowy white...
I'd run my hands through your hair every nigh-IGGGHHHHT.

Benedict Cumberbatch, I don't know why
I'm glued to the screen every time you are nigh.
This middle-aged fangirl cannot deny,
Your birthday, Benny, is simply to die.

It's a sickness, honestly.

If you want me to write you a birthday song, let me know. But you'd better be freaking awesome.

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