Sometimes the Filk Takes Over

[disbelief11]

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.

Comments

[autumnyte.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha!!!!! Fabulous.

And d'oh! That is so going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I can only hope I don't start singing "Baby, can I lick your scar?" at work.

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

And d'oh! That is so going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

I know, I know, it was torture when it popped into my head in the first place and wouldn't leave. Especially since I didn't have the words worked out yet, so I was reduced to just mumbling the verses and singing the choruses.

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

Shite, I forgot: thank you for the compliment!

[theatlien.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm blushing which is a really hard thing for someone my complexion to do.

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

Which part made you blush?

[kstanley.livejournal.com]

Heh heh. I mentally sang it to myself with the music.

Oh nice disclaimer there.

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

Oh nice disclaimer there.

Heh. I have my standards - I wouldn't just launch myself on him if I spotted him on the street or anything. I'd wait until we had exchanged at least 10 sentences or something.

[anathema666.livejournal.com]

LOL! You're bringing the funny today, sweets!

Promise that you won't serenade Michael with it. ;D

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

Is it okay if I just hum it under my breath?

[anathema666.livejournal.com]

Is it okay if I just hum it under my breath?

Hey, whatever brings Michael to orgasm is really between you and him.

And the National Inquirer when you sell the pictures.

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

So you're saying I no longer have to share him? Whew, I'm glad, because the list of participants was getting to be rather extensive.

{insert your own ribald "extensive" joke here}