On the Hogwarts Express with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy
Chillin´ out, maxin´, compartment 3-B
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