My dad's always there   to open all my doors   You have to call a Patronus   just to catch a glimpse of yours      My mum says she loves me   when she tucks me into bed   How's your mummy doing in   the Mirror of Erised?      My dad is rich   and your dad is dead   My dad is rich   and your dad is dead      Your dad's on his journey   to the great beyond   When you're dueling you   might see him come out   of someone else's wand      You may have freed our house-elf   or brought doubt to our family name   but your parents still got toasted   by a big, green, glowing flame      My dad is rich   and your dad is dead   My dad is rich   and your dad is dead      My dad is rich   and your dad is dead   My dad is rich   and your dad is dead