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Sherlock - St. George - Cowboy in Stampede in Lightning Storm - Trogdor. In other words, Benedict c**berbatch as Sherlock as St. George.
St. George is a bit of a Mansplainer. He's more interested in the fun of solving the problem than in the people he's solving it for.
(But he does get the dragon slayed.)
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'Elementary, my dear,' said St. George to the Maiden
as he drove his halberd home.
'The worm was weak in the small of his throat;
it fluttered when he spewed smoke.
I knew he would follow you tame as a kitten
when properly tied and subdued.
With pressure just there, he could not resist you.
A poor dragon, I must conclude.'
The Princess looked down at the scaly corpse
and found that she had to agree.
The dragon was less than the legends had told,
thin and fiery, but not much meat.
Smaller up close, all grimy and gory
with dull claws and teeth all brown
'I see,' said the Princess, 'my fear was the Dragon,
not this lizard on the ground.'
He said, 'It's not the task - it's the risk - it's the lightning overhead
It's not the crime - it's the crash - the electric earthbound thread
When the truth strikes true and the light hits you
and you wake up not dead yet
You must follow the follow the find the fire again
'No thank you, my dear,' said St. George to the Princess
as she offered him her glove.
'I require no token, no favor at all,
I do not do this for love.'
The Princess felt slighted and frowned in frustration
at her savior's distant coldness.
'Why, you calculate away all your fear,' she said,
'Ser, I can see you have no true boldness.'
'Perhaps,' said Saint George with a smile,
'or is it that a dragon's a problem to solve.
You can calculate risk, but the truth of it is
there is nothing so stirs the pulse.
When the graceful solution electrifies you, then
the world looks all wild and new
You needed me for to slay your dragon,
but we both need dragons too.'
[chorus]
The dragon was killed, there were huts to rebuild
and scorched city walls to replace
The king begged him to stay, but he galloped away,
for Saint George was possessed by the chase
Sherlock - St. George - Cowboy in Stampede in Lightning Storm - Trogdor. In other words, Benedict c**berbatch as Sherlock as St. George.
St. George is a bit of a Mansplainer. He's more interested in the fun of solving the problem than in the people he's solving it for.
(But he does get the dragon slayed.)
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'Elementary, my dear,' said St. George to the Maiden
as he drove his halberd home.
'The worm was weak in the small of his throat;
it fluttered when he spewed smoke.
I knew he would follow you tame as a kitten
when properly tied and subdued.
With pressure just there, he could not resist you.
A poor dragon, I must conclude.'
The Princess looked down at the scaly corpse
and found that she had to agree.
The dragon was less than the legends had told,
thin and fiery, but not much meat.
Smaller up close, all grimy and gory
with dull claws and teeth all brown
'I see,' said the Princess, 'my fear was the Dragon,
not this lizard on the ground.'
He said, 'It's not the task - it's the risk - it's the lightning overhead
It's not the crime - it's the crash - the electric earthbound thread
When the truth strikes true and the light hits you
and you wake up not dead yet
You must follow the follow the find the fire again
'No thank you, my dear,' said St. George to the Princess
as she offered him her glove.
'I require no token, no favor at all,
I do not do this for love.'
The Princess felt slighted and frowned in frustration
at her savior's distant coldness.
'Why, you calculate away all your fear,' she said,
'Ser, I can see you have no true boldness.'
'Perhaps,' said Saint George with a smile,
'or is it that a dragon's a problem to solve.
You can calculate risk, but the truth of it is
there is nothing so stirs the pulse.
When the graceful solution electrifies you, then
the world looks all wild and new
You needed me for to slay your dragon,
but we both need dragons too.'
[chorus]
The dragon was killed, there were huts to rebuild
and scorched city walls to replace
The king begged him to stay, but he galloped away,
for Saint George was possessed by the chase