On the Hogwarts Express with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy   Chillin’ out, maxin, compartment 3B   Well, it was too much to expect privacy   ‘Specially with a reject like our friend, Harry   That’s when I started talking about Voldemort   ‘Cause I was explaining my sweet new posish   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   I knew exactly what I’d do   Make you wish you acted more quickly   And that I’d never seen your shoe      I’m gonna 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 so 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