Standard (EADGBE)
Verse
Harry Potter spent his summers waiting for the fall;
Hed count the days, and dream each night of Hogwarts distant call.
The Dursleys, Harrys relatives, were wretched as can be-a;
He prayed each night to Satan that theyd die from gonhorrea.
But one day he recieved a note that Hogwarts had burned down:
Oh no! he cried, and quickly donned a disappointed frown.
He trashed his room and tore his books, and then went for his trunk,
But Dumbledore popped out and bellowed, Harry! Youve been Punkd!
Chorus
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
You killed your headmaster, now your problems just begun!
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
Who can fend off Voldemort now?
No one.