When a cold wind blows it chills you, chills you to the bone.
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of being alone.
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge
And the worst of the worst, the most hated is cursed is the one that we call Snape.
Unkind as any
And the wrath of many
Is this that Professor Snape?
Oh! There goes Mr. Humbug, there goes Mr. Grim. If they gave a prize for being mean
The winner would be him.
Old Snapey loves being Head of House 'cause he thinks it gives him power.
If he became an every-flavor bean, you can bet he would be sour.
There goes Mr. Skin-Flint, there goes Mr. Fright.
Taking away House points is the one thing he delights.
He stalks and scares the students, taking points at every whim.
As poor students live in misery, it's even worse for him.
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad.
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad.
He's really a victim of fear and of pride.
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside.
Naah!
There goes Mr. Outrage, there goes Mr. Sneer!
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear.
Don't ask him for a favor 'cause his nastiness increases.
No excuse for coming late, especially if you're Potter.
There goes Mr. Heartless, there goes Mr. Cruel!
He never gives; he only takes points from those who break the rules.
If being mean's a way of life, you practice and rehearse.
Then all that work is paying off 'cause Snape is getting worse!
Everyday, in every way, Snape is getting worse!