Style Inspiration: Bill Murray

Bill Murray, the comedic genius and salt-and-pepper love of my life, turns 61 today. Okay. So maybe he's not THE "love of my life." But I've been hooked since first seeing a re-run of his 'Nick the lounge singer' skit on SNL at the ripe old age of 10. I was supposed to be asleep. But instead, I was peeking into the living room from the long dark hallway to see why my oldest brother, Brent, was laughing so loud. It's really just been downhill from there.


Don't worry. I don't have stalker potential. But I have seen every movie he's been in at least twice. There's just something about his not-so-gracefully receding hairline and cheeky sonofabitchness that keeps me coming back for more. I actually wrote a song for him a few years back and stuffed in a drawer. (My rock star dreams were crushed as a kid by my sister who secretly recorded me singing in my bedroom and played it back for family and friends. Let's just say, my voice sucks balls.) But I do have mad skills on the drums. And who knows. Maybe somebody will read this and make my song a YouTube reality :)

YaJomia Resin Flower Ring ~ Alexander Wang Leather Shirt
Office UK Retro Bowling Shoe ~ Me&Ro Flame Earrings ~ TopShop Cuff

Edun Black Lace Turtleneck ~ H&M Elbow Patch Tweed Jacket
Hannah Zakari 'The Black Spot' Leather Book Necklace
Jeffrey Campbell Sunsine Loafer ~ Karen Walker Number Six Sunglasses

YesStyle Striped Polo Shirt ~ Missoni Cashmere Cable Cap
YSL Aviator Sunglasses ~ Y-3 Boxing Mesh Trainer

Balmain Metallic Sleeve Varsity Jacket ~ Nashelle Scorpio Necklace
Classic Brown Moustache Sunglasses

FarFetch Blue Suede Boot ~ Christian Dior Red Silk Scarf

Hurry, Bill Murray

In my dreams, we make love like sea otters,
You whisper in my ear, “Make a cuckold of me.”
No need to panic, my depression isn’t manic.
Are you finding what you were looking for, out here with me?

Chicks dig you because you rarely wear underwear,
But I think it’s the heart you wear on your sleeve.
I’m going to find it and destroy it -- possibly with dynamite,
And sail off into the sunset with a man named Steve.

Hurry, Bill Murray.
I’ve got you penciled in for the rest of my life.
Don’t worry, Bill Murray.
I’ll be cured of my obsession once you make me your wife.

Some say schizophrenia is just a state of mind.
Just ask Bob. He’s about to take flight.
Like Star Wars, those near and far wars,
I’ll be counting down the seconds ‘til Saturday Night.

I’m a hopeless romantic with a renaissance condition,
Let’s show this prehistoric bitch how we do things,
And if I’m wrong, I’ll go to jail - peacefully, quietly.
But if I’m right, I’m in line to become your queen.

Hurry, Bill Murray.
I’ve got you penciled in for the rest of my life.
Don’t worry, Bill Murray.
I’ll be cured of my obsession once you make me your wife.

You say you never liked a girl well enough,
To give her 12 sharp knives,
Is that because you’re afraid of dying at the hands,
Of a woman who has nine lives?

I get that I’m a little rough around the edges,
But I can pretend to play the part,
I don’t understand why you avoid my phone calls.
You’re stopping me before I even start.

Hurry, Bill Murray.
I’ve got you penciled in for the rest of my life.
Don’t worry, Bill Murray.
I’ll be cured of my obsession once you make me your wife.

Written by: Jill Sherman (who still wishes she was a rock star)