A Wacky Mighty Boosh Birthday Toast to Noel Fielding
Oh Noel of the glitter, the shimmer, the strange, You dance through the cosmos in outfits deranged. Your hair is a raven, your boots are a spell, You once dated a moon and it ended quite well.
With Vince Noir panache and a crimp in your stride, You ride velvet panthers through shimmer-starred skies. You’ve picnicked with Yetis and tea’d with a ghost, You’re the glittery goblin we worship the most!
From goth detectiving to baking delight, You sprinkle surrealism deep into the night. Banana’s your brother, a fridge is your mate, You once got engaged to a jam-covered plate.
So here’s to your birthday, you sparkling sprite, May your trousers stay tight and your eyeliner right. Let goblins throw cake while the cosmos all cheer, Fielding, you weirdo, we’re glad you’re still here!
Happy Birthday, Noel – keep bending the day With sequins, enchantment, and hairspray ballet!
