In Which I Kick Harry Potter In The Face

Intro: On the Hogwarts Express with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Chillin' out, maxin', compartment 3- Well it was to much to expect privacy 'Specially with a reject like our friend Harry that's when I started talking about Voldemort As I was explaining my sweet new positch' Thought I saw a shoe or a small piece of fish No it was a shoe that my two eyes did see Under a cloak of invisibility Just then a thought started creeping up on me And I knew exactly what I'd do Make you wish you acted more quickly And that I'd never seen your shoe I'm going to kick you in the face I might do it twenty-seven times just in case I know nothing could ever replace The picture in my mind of your kicked-in face After they left I went through with my plan And tied a tight knot around each of your hands Made you listen to Stryper and "Enter Sandman" Made you hear "Rio" by Duran Duran You didn't like it, what is wrong with you? That made me angry, I was so upset I kicked you hard that your pants you did wet You looked like somebody took a small baby Stuck it in a blender and turned on puree I just kicked you in the face Hey, Harry Potter, how does your blood taste? I know nothing could ever replace The picture in my mind of your kicked-in face I just kicked you in the face Hey, Mr. Potter, how does your blood taste? I know nothing could ever replace The picture in my mind of your kicked-in face The picture in my mind of your kicked-in face