VERSE:
Am G C
Harry Potter spent his summers waiting for the fall;
F G Am
Hed count the days, and dream each night of Hogwarts distant call.
G C
The Dursleys, Harrys relatives, were wretched as can be-a;
F G C
He prayed each night to Satan that theyd die from gonhorrea.
F C G Am
But one day he recieved a note that Hogwarts had burned down:
F C G Am
Oh no! he cried, and quickly donned a disappointed frown.
F C G Am
He trashed his room and tore his books, and then went for his trunk,
F C G E7
But Dumbledore popped out and bellowed, Harry! Youve been Punkd!
CHORUS:
Am G Dm F
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
Am G F C
You killed your headmaster, now your problems just begun!
Am G Dm7 C
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
Am G F
Who can fend off Voldemort now?
C
No one.
