I'm in love with Jeremy Brett
He was the single greatest Sherlock Holmes yet
In a series on the BBC
I used to watch him here on & 
Hair slicked back and impecably dressed
His only prop could be a single cigarette
He was an actor in the old regaurd
Who took the stage intent to fully [bad word] his part

He was a sort of dandy in the classic tradition,
bon vivant filled with bouts of depression

Sundown sunday, Kensington High Street
In a cabretta with a floral scarf
London's yours, man you got Macbeth tonight
scull in your hands in the fire light

Tobacco and champagne and you're feelin alright!
cab across town and a kiss goodnight

He played a Holmes that was deep and dark with faults - [bad word] & brilliantly detailed
"Damaged penguin" with genious intuition
An animated spider with singular vision
Who's only need was a case to consume him
To stave his addiction to a certain solution

David Burke and Edward Hardwicke,
Played it perfect as his friend [bad word] kind hearted, affable Watson
Everyready with a loyal hand in
Any case that Holmes [bad word] him
I always felt holmes couldn't do with out him

Brett's wife died back '85
All the grief triggered manic depression
Could see it in his face - that he was heavily grieving
(His heart grew thin and finally stopped beating)

Jeremy Brett
I never knew you
OH! Jeremy, Darling!
I dedicate this song to you!