Sherlock Christmas Carols and Songs

stuff-and-shenanigans:

Deck the halls with skulls and candy
Trololololololololol
‘Tis the season to be dandy
Trololololololololol
Don we now our cosplay gaily
Trololololololololol
Troll the fandom, get them flaily
Trololololololololol 

‘Tis the season to blame Mofftiss
Trololololololololol 
So much spoilers you can’t stop it
Trololololololololol 
Christmas season is so random
Trololololololololol 
Guess it’s time to troll the fandom
Trololololololololol 

The BBC invades your dashes
Trololololololololol 
Photoshop it all – with ‘staches 
Trololololololololol 
No Sheet Sherlock, Christmas jumpers
Trololololololololol 
Cumberbitches, laptop humpers
Trololololololololol 

Irene Adler going starkers
Trololololololololol 
Baskerville’s demonic barkers
Trololololololololol
Moriarty’s final problem
Trololololololololol 
The BFI – we’d love to rob them
Trololololololololol 

‘Tis the season for handchuffing
Trololololololololol 
The pool scene: was Sherlock bluffing?
Trololololololololol 
With jam our mouths we’ll be stuffing
Trololololololololol 
GIF it all and regret nothing!

Trololololololololol! 

deastrumquodvicis:

Jimmy, who works in IT
Had a very twisted mind.
And if you ever saw it
You would make sure he’s confined. 

All of the other children
Used to laugh and call him names.
He didn’t let that bug him
With botulism played his games 

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Someone came to say:
“Jimmy with your mind so bright,
won’t you slay my guide tonight?” 

Then all the people feared him
As he shouted out with glee,
“Sherlock, the cold detective
You will dance in front of me!” 

…..

And to think this all started because I misread a sign as “won’t you slay my guide tonight”

doctorsaxon:

So I recorded a Christmas song for the fandom.

The deductions are meretricious;
The deductions are meretricious;
The deductions are meretricious and a happy new year!
Cab ridings, the mob, a pool and a bomb
Four suicides, CHRISTMAS!, can’t wait for New Year!

   
Oh, bring us a second season;
Oh bring us a second season;
Oh, bring us a second season and then we will sing!
We won’t breathe until we get it;
We won’t breathe until we get it;
We won’t breathe until we get it, but breathing is boring

The deductions are meretricious;
The deductions are meretricious;
The deductions are meretricious and a happy new year!

sherlockology:

Sherlock Karaoke!

Missile Plans and Crime - Merry Christmas from Sherlockology

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[Full lyrics below.]

Missile Plans and Crime

The client’s a King, a game he won’t win,
Series one is past, there’s a new beginning.
Dreams of cases, dreams of snow,
Scandal’s done, but broadcast is slow.

Christmas time, Missile Plans and Crime,
John’s been saying, “It’s all fine.”
With Sherlock “on fire”, he charges no fee,
One day we’ll rejoice, for the good man he’ll be.

Series two is nearing, critics are believing,
Excitement is growing, we’re perceiving.
Benedict for BAFTA, will ‘Who’ be thereafter?
He’ll not be The Doctor, but maybe The Master.

Christmas time, Missile Plans and Crime,
John’s been saying, “It’s all fine.”
With Sherlock “on fire”, he charges no fee,
One day we’ll rejoice, for the good man he’ll be.


A hound worth retelling, Jim’s aiding and abetting,
Then there’s the fall, which no one’s forgetting,
Sherlock in-love? Spoilers must cease!
Then more waiting for the DVD release.

Christmas time, Missile Plans and Crime,
John’s been saying, “It’s all fine.”
With Sherlock “on fire”, he charges no fee,
One day we’ll rejoice, for the good man he’ll be.

Christmas time, Missile Plans and Crime,
John’s been saying, “It’s all fine.”
With Sherlock “on fire”, he charges no fee,
One day we’ll rejoice, for the good man he’ll be.

Christmas time, Missile Plans and Crime,
John’s been saying, “It’s all fine.”
With Sherlock “on fire”, he charges no fee,
One day we’ll rejoice, for Sherlock Series three!

oh-god-yes:

Oh, it’s Christmas!

WRONG! (Parody of Carol of the Bells)

[A woman is found dead in her family house. The front and back doors are locked, as well as the windows. Sherlock investigates]

Dark criminals, Smart criminals

All seem to be toying with me

Body is here, struck by the ear

4 hours old, reeking of mould 

Police are wrong, John, come along

Engagement ring, hung from a string

Soon to be bride, not suicide

Other man since two sets of prints

Look at the door, no sign of force

Killer had a key, close family

She must have been killed by her twin

Brother was jealous (it’s obvious)

Mere-mere-mere-meretricious!

Mere-mere-mere-meretricious!

Fled to reading, very boring

If I had known, I’d be at home

Dull criminals, slow criminals

Why must there be nothing for me?

Dull criminals…

cumberqueen:

Dance the genius in his folly
(Fa la la la la la la la la)
‘Tis the season to be jolly
(Fa la la la la la la la la)
Watch him kill and disembowel
(Fa la la la la la la la la)
Troll a Yuletide carol foul
(Fa la la la la la la la la)

(Heavily inspired by “Dance the Cultists” X)

jamanddogtags:

A Sherlocky Christmas Carol ♫

(forgive me, once again)

Fantastic, meretricious

I’m dreaming of a scarlet Christmas 

Just like the ones I’ve never known

Where the treetops glisten, 

And police listen 

To see murders in the snow 

I’m dreaming of a scarlet Christmas 

With every Christmas card I burn 

May your days be exciting, not dull 

And may all your Christmases have a cull!