Sometimes the Filk Takes Over

With all the reports of MR's appearance at SFX and with tonight being the season 2 finale of SV, my MR Syndrome is at an all-time high. So high, I've been singing the filk I wrote last year - just after the Boston Tea Party, when the idea jumped into my brain and refused to leave.

Now I'm subjecting you to it. Here it is, to the tune of "Drive Your Car" by the Beatles.


Lick Your Scar
Saw a bald man on my TV
Looked so hot, he made me "Squee!"
I wanna meet him, give him a kiss
With Michael Rosenbaum, you just can't miss

Baby, can I lick your scar?
You know I want to go real far
Baby, can I lick your scar?
'Cause baby I love you

He's got a smile that makes me weak
Makes me shiver when he speaks
In his pants the 'dillo looks fine
Have I mentioned his behind?

Baby, can I lick your scar?
You know I want to go real far
Baby, can I lick your scar?
'Cause baby I love you

hug hug scar scar yeah

Baby, can I lick your scar?
You know I want to go real far
Baby, can I lick your scar?
'Cause baby I love you

I'm not alone in feeling this way
We're mesmerized when his hips sway
We've got the *Rosenbaum* you can be sure
And once you've got it, there is no cure.

Baby, can I lick your scar?
You know I want to go real far
Baby, can I lick your scar?
'Cause baby I love you

hug hug scar scar yeah
hug hug scar scar yeah
hug hug scar scar yeah
hug hug scar scar yeah


ETA: since I'm not a stalker, I'd never actually try to do any of these things. Unless, you know, we happened to meet and hit it off and the right opportunity presented itself.