Pastiche: He's a Pain
Disclaimer: I am neither J.K. Rowling nor Carly Simon
He's a Pain
Son of a gun
He walked into the classroom
Like he was walking into a show
His cape strategically matched with his dress shoes
And his sash with its little bow
He had one eye in the mirror
As he acted out his prose
And all the boys dreamed that he would shut it now
He would shut it now, and
He’s a pain
I had to write these lyrics about him
He’s a pain
I had to write these lyrics about him
‘Bout him ‘bout him
He had them several years ago
When he took their memories
Well he said “your ugly faces on the covers
Of my books? Pu-lease”
He knew the books would never sell
If the hero wasn’t he
He had some schemes, they were signs of a small mind
Signs of a small mind and
He’s a pain
I had to write these lyrics about him
He’s a pain
I had to write these lyrics about him
‘Bout him ‘bout him
Well I hear he went up to Wagga Wagga
Against werewolves he ease-ly won
Then he apparated to the ministry
To eat breakfast with Malfoy and his son
Well he’s where the press is all the time
And when he’s not he’s with
Some poor scarred boy or his next victim
His next victim, and
He’s a pain
I had to write these lyrics about him
He’s a pain
I had to write these lyrics about him
‘Bout him ‘bout him
He's a pain