Master of the Dungeon
Welcome new students, sit yourselves down
And meet the best Potions Master around (wah wah wah wahhh)
As for the rest, all of them cooks
Put your wands down, and bring cauldrons out (wah wah wah wahhh)
Seldom do you see, a man that's great like me
A gent from Slytherin, who likes taking points
Master of the Dungeons
Dolling out the fear
Ready with a potion, and a death glare
Disemboweling toads, at your detention
Slytherin appreciates the added points
Glad to do away with Potter, don't expect me to be nice
Nothing gets you nothing everything has got a little price
Master of the Dungeons
Keeper of the brew
Ready to relieve you of a point or two
Pickeling the brains, dragon horns to grate
Giving out detentions till you can't see straight
Everybody hates the Master
Nobody thinks I'm great
I do whatever pleases
Merlin won't I bleed them in the end!
Master of the Dungeons
Hides in the shadow
Always wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to Dumbledore, spy for the light
Snivelling and greasy haired pro-fess-or
Everybody's rude companion, Slytherin's head of house
But lock up your thoughts, Merlin won't I skin you to the bone
You are such a bad student, put down your wand
You can't do your potion so bring out your toad (wah wah wah wahhh)
Now if you did this right Trevor should shrink
But you did it wrong, I know that I'm right (wah wah wah wahhh)
Your toad will be poisoned and it will die...::tests potion::
FIVE POINTS FROM GRANGER I'M NOT SATISFIED!!
Brewed beyond compare, Brewed beyond belief
Mix it in a cauldron, it smells so sweet
Armodilo Bile, Flubberworm mucus,
Filling up the cauldron with this and that
Students are less than welcome, my office is always locked
Unreasonable requests, plus some evil cackles on the side
Take points for the color, some more for the smell
Another few for looking at me not so well
Here a little slice, there a little cut
Except I'm adding them for the Slytherins
When it comes to fixing potions
There are lots of tricks he knows
How it all increases oh the bits and pieces
Merlin it's amazing how it grows
Master of the Dungeon
Hides in the shadow
Always wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to Dumbledore, spy for the light
Snivelling and greasy haired pro-fess-or
Everybody's rude companion, Takes all that you've got
Dirty bunch of children, Merlin what a sorry little lot
(Harry)
I used to dream that I would like this class
Then I met Snape and ohh it didn't last
Master of the dungeons isn't worth my spit
Greasy haired snivily batty little git
Large pointy nose, pale and sallow skin
Thinks he's quite a looker but oh dear god
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse
God knows how I've lasted living with this ass in the castle
(Slytherins)
Master of the Dungeon
(Gryfindors)
pour bile down his throat
(Sly)
Comforter, Philosipher
(Gryf)
God don't make me laugh
(Sly)
Servant to himself, butler to us all
(Gryf)
Biased, toady, and greasy git
(Sly)
Everybody bless the master
Everybody bless his dungeon
(Snape)
Everybody raise a flask!
(Harry)
Raise it up Snape's ass!
(Everybody)
Everybody raise a flask to the Master of the Dungeons!