VERSE:
Am G C
Harry Potter spent his summers waiting for the fall;
F G Am
He’d count the days, and dream each night of Hogwarts’ distant call.
G C
The Dursley’s, Harry’s relatives, were wretched as can be-a;
F G C
He prayed each night to Satan that they’d 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! You’ve been Punk’d!”
CHORUS:
Am G Dm F
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
Am G F C
You killed your headmaster, now your problem’s 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.