This lyric is: #266

Conniptions
by Zak Morgan
Copyright 2001

Deep in the darkness, a soul is dripping globs of ghastly goo.
It lurks inside the wizard who we call “You-Know-Who.”
I won’t say his name--it gives my friends conniptions--
But I don’t see what harm could come from this benign description:

His eyes are sunken in and colored bloody red.
His skin’s so white and pasty that he looks already dead.
But far from dead he is, he is the wickedest of wizards...
Voldemort’s the wizard with the name that we all dread.

CHORUS
You never say his name! That foul, repulsive rotter!
Who can say for certain who he’s sizing up to slaughter?
But if the lightning scar upon your forehead’s getting hotter...
He’s got his eyes on you, the one and only Harry Potter!

His fishy flesh has festered, his fangs have gotten yellow,
But the freakiest of features on that reaky, rotten fellow
Are the nostrils on that wizard--they’re slitted like a lizard...
Blood runs cold inside his veins, he turns our knees to Jell-o!

His moves, they’re quick and sneaky, the one we never name.
He oozes where he’s leaky, and it would be a shame
If you became the target of the one with moldy warts...
That fermentifying fungus who I won’t call Voldemort!

CHORUS

When you were but a baby, he tried to fulgarate you,
But when you failed to fizzle, he truly came to hate you.
In defeat he disappeared for eleven lovely years,
But something tells me Voldemort still wants to fulminate you!

CHORUS #2
You never say his name! That foul, repulsive rotter!
His name is worse to witches than a bucket full of water.
But if the lightning scar upon your forehead’s getting hotter...
He’s got his eyes on you, the one and only Harry Potter!

[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]